Chapter 9 08.19/The man whose fiancée wears an anklet. …
Chu Song was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had not woken up yet.
Noticing the silence in the receiver, the servant on the other end repeated his tone in a friendly manner, "Mr. Fan asked if you still want to drink grape juice today?"
"What?" Although Chu Songhua asked this, she had actually climbed out of bed and started looking for clothes.
"The process of squeezing ruby grape juice is complicated. If you squeeze a single glass, there will be a lot of waste left. Mr. means that if you want to drink this, you should ask the chef to make it together to avoid waste."
Chu Song hopped to the wardrobe in a single slipper, put his phone on the bed with the hands-free mode on, and found a T-shirt to put on. "Okay, I'll drink this too, but I might not be here for ten minutes, is that okay?"
The maid smiled and said, "Sure."
Chu Song only slept for five hours. After brushing his teeth, he kept splashing cold water on his cheeks, repeating this several times, and finally woke up a little.
On the shelf in front of the bathroom mirror, there were various luxury brands of high-end facial creams. She recognized some of them, which cost several thousand yuan a bottle, and there were some she had never seen before, which were probably custom-made.
She thought for a moment, picked up a can, scooped out a little and applied it to her face, patting it gently for absorption. Then she looked in the mirror twice and whispered, "Wow...it seems nothing has changed."
She loosened the bun she had tied up when she washed her face, and before leaving the bathroom, she gently patted the "head" of the box of face cream: "I'll continue applying it to you when I come back tonight."
A few minutes later, she dressed and walked quickly to the door of the restaurant on the second floor.
There are several restaurants on the second floor. The largest one is like a high-end buffet restaurant in a shopping mall and is used by other staff members. The one used by Fan Tingnian is farther away from the others and is not as big, but the decoration is more luxurious.
On her first day of dinner, before Fan Tingnian arrived, she sat in her chair, looked up and counted the crystal chandeliers several times. Finally, she couldn't help it and asked the servant standing behind her whether the gems on the ceiling lamp were real.
The servant folded his hands in front of him, smiled politely, and nodded at her.
Chu Song couldn't help but exclaimed softly at that moment, and then sincerely wished the other party good luck in his work.
It is impossible for her to work here for a hundred years, but she hopes that the servants who are here now can work here for a hundred years.
She walked quickly all the way and was still panting when she arrived in front of the restaurant. She stood firm and adjusted her breathing twice before raising her hand and knocking on the open door twice.
The servant standing not far from the door came over and bowed his head: "Miss Chu Song."
Chu Song nodded in response, then his eyes fell on the man not far away.
He sat at the easternmost seat of the long table, his back to the door, the knife in his right hand slowly cutting something on the plate.
Elegant, dignified, and indifferent, as if he didn't care at all whether she came or not.
With the adrenaline secreted after exercise and tension, Chu Song's mind is now clearer. She suddenly feels that her action of coming over like this was a bit too impulsive. It was hard to be alone for once, and Fan Tingnian didn't want her to come over.
Thinking of this, she asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Fan going to finish eating?"
But I didn’t expect that Fan Tingnian, who has good hearing, could hear it.
He paused, withdrew his fork from the cut fish, put it aside, calmly pulled a tissue from the side, and slowly wiped his lips.
The servants who have served in the restaurant for a long time are very familiar with Fan Tingnian's dining habits.
She recalled how he seemed to be eating slower than usual, and what was left on his plate: "It might take a while."
Chu Song thought for a moment and said, "Hmm."
"Would you like to come in for dinner?"
"No, I want to go to the bathroom first."
The servant nodded and gestured, "The nearest bathroom is this way forward. Turn right and you'll see it."
Chu Song thanked him: "Okay, thank you."
Twenty minutes later, when she came out of the bathroom and went to the restaurant, Fan Tingnian was gone.
She walked over, found her usual seat, sat down, drank a sip of ice grape juice, then picked up her fork and enjoyed this delicious breakfast.
She already had a general understanding of Fan Tingnian's eating habits, so she didn't need to eat with him frequently anymore, but they still had to work together.
Designing all the home furnishings for the entire room is a huge workload. In terms of working hours, she has only spent one afternoon with Fan Tingnian and is still not familiar with many of his habits.
Even if she understands it, she still needs to continue to communicate more. For every two design drawings she produces, it is best to ask for his opinion before making any modifications.
There are still a few days before the end of the trial period, and she has already tried out several design sketches. She hopes to go to Fan Tingnian's studio in the afternoon to talk to him more, and work overtime in the next two days to refine the design drawings.
This was Chu Song’s plan, but she was so sleepy after dinner that she couldn’t control herself and went back to sleep.
I slept a little too long and when I woke up I had already missed lunch time.
The servant of the castle called half an hour ago. At this moment, the communicator in the room displayed the message left by the servant, asking her what she wanted for lunch.
She briefly glanced at the dining information on the message and called the catering department back to ask if they had any snacks that were not part of the main meal, such as bread and desserts.
The maid brought another list of desserts. She glanced at it, chose one, and said she would pick it up later.
If you miss lunch time, the staff usually do not have the right to ask for alternative meals. You can only order some desserts and snacks and then eat in the restaurant.
Chu Song didn’t know whether she could be considered an “ordinary staff member”, but she didn’t want to be treated specially, so she naturally followed the normal procedures.
The dessert she chose was a small piece of delicious chestnut cake. In a few days, she had become familiar with the head servant who looked after Fan Tingnian's meals in the restaurant.
The aunt in charge is called Sophie, and she has been working in this castle for twenty years.
Chu Song used a fork to take a bite of chestnut cake, slightly surprised, and asked, "Wouldn't that be boring?"
The aunt was wearing a white apron and her hair was combed into a neat low bun. She smiled kindly and handed Chu Song a glass of grape juice.
Chu Song took it and took a sip to dilute the sweetness of the chestnut cake in his mouth.
She was so satisfied with the grape juice here that she drank two or three cups every day these days. If she were to leave here one day, the grape juice would definitely be the hardest thing to quit.
"It's not boring. This is my job," Sophie replied. "Besides, my husband has rarely left here since he was born, so he might be a little lonely."
Chu Song has fair skin, eyes that curve when she smiles, and two subtle dimples. She is very likable, and most people in the castle are willing to chat with her when they meet her.
There was only half of the chestnut cake left, and she was still eating it very slowly. She used her fork to push the blueberries she didn't like to the side with a very small movement.
"Isn't he going to Italy?"
"I only go there occasionally," Sophie explained. "My husband's parents separated when he was very young, one in China and the other in Italy. He's used to living here and rarely goes out."
"What about going to school?" Chu Song asked.
Sophie: "There will be teachers with different majors coming here to teach."
Chu Song dragged out her voice and said "hmm" very slowly. Yes, she had forgotten about this. Such wealthy and powerful people should have their own private teachers.
But Fan Tingnian doesn't like to talk and doesn't go out often, so his level of socialization should be very low. He is really a bit like what Wen Yao said - a pervert living in the deep mountains and forests.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Song informed Shu Ang's subordinates in advance and asked him to seek Fan Tingnian's opinion. She would go to the studio to find him again.
This time, the reply from the other party was still very slow.
She was Shu Ang's subordinate who was contacted at three o'clock. Fan Tingnian's reply did not come until half past three, but fortunately, he did not reject her.
She had already dressed neatly and packed all her things. When the text message came in, she stood up, picked up the computer bag on the bedside table, and walked out of the bedroom.
As usual, she greeted him at the door and then Fan Tingnian came to open it.
She followed Fan Tingnian in, deliberately keeping a distance of two meters from him, looked up at his clothes, and took note of his dressing style today.
He particularly prefers black, white and grey clothes, and the shirts he wears at work are mostly simple, comfortable and lazy, but he occasionally wears some extremely complicated accessories. She has seen necklaces, bracelets and rings.
Even yesterday at breakfast, she saw the thin silver chain around his ankle.
For men with good figures, the bones of their ankles are particularly prominent, and wearing anklets is very sexy and easily makes people think of some amorous images.
In addition, through observation over the past few days, she also learned that in addition to his strong sense of time and obsessive-compulsive disorder, he also had some mild mysophobia.
Many things are thrown away directly when they are stained, and items that are frequently replaced are mostly disposable and will not be used a second time.
She was considering whether it was necessary to design a disposable box for the shelf against the wall of the studio to make it easier to take things out, and whether it was also necessary to have one under the table commonly used in the painting and sculpture rooms.
While thinking, the two of them had already walked to the sofa in the middle of the room.
Unlike yesterday, the table that held the elongated plaster statue had been replaced with a larger one, and next to it were two work chairs.
Fan Tingnian sat down on one of the chairs. Chu Song understood that he probably wanted her to continue helping him finish painting the plaster statue.
The plaster statue is a bit big. In an hour yesterday, I only completed one-fifth of the base color.
Chu Song bowed slightly, put the computer bag she brought on the sofa behind her, then walked over and sat down on another chair. Then she noticed the disposable tool gloves that Fan Tingnian was wearing.
There was a dark blue pen mark on her right wrist, which seemed to be the pair she wore yesterday.
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