Chapter 10: Late-night wine is everywhere
When Song Li woke up, it was seven o'clock the next morning!
She looked at the surrounding environment and was confused!
Looking at her phone again, was it out of battery or turned off?
She hurried out and as soon as she opened the door, she saw two people sitting in the living room, talking in low voices.
"Good morning!" Du Zhanrong said with a wicked smile.
"Good morning, Sister Song Li!" Chen Yao greeted her while sitting on the sofa.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Song Li looked still in shock.
"Hurry up and take a shower. Yaoyao brought you some clothes. Then we'll go downstairs for breakfast." Du Zhanrong stood up and walked towards her. He looked much better after a good sleep.
Song Li saw that he had a new cantilever bandage on his chest, and the white gauze on his arm was not the same as yesterday. It seemed that Chen Yao had changed the medicine and re-bandaged him. "Sorry, I overslept!"
I said I would come and take care of him, but I just slept soundly!
Chen Yao also came over. "We saw you sleeping so soundly that we thought you wouldn't wake up today! Could it be that working at Qiliang doesn't even allow you to sleep?"
"Thank you for bringing me clothes. I'll make breakfast for you, and then I'll go back first." Song Li had no intention of staying overnight. Even if she agreed to take care of him, there was no reason for her to stay here.
What's more, He Qian would not allow her to stay out all night.
"What's going on with you guys?" Chen Yao looked at her, then at Du Zhanrong. "I thought you were developing rapidly."
Song Li didn't dare to face Du Zhanrong's disappointment, so he hurried back to his room and took a quick shower.
Du Zhanrong felt very anxious. He had not slept well all night because of the pain in his hand, and now he was ignored early in the morning.
After taking a shower, Song Li turned on his cell phone. There were many missed calls, three of which were from He Qian, at 10 o'clock, 12 o'clock, and 2 o'clock in the morning last night.
Now things are getting troublesome...
The only consolation was that she had received payment for two papers she had written for others last month, and the amount received would not put her and her family in financial hardship in the short term.
During the busy breakfast break, I quickly called He Qian back.
"Song Li, are you letting yourself go? You didn't come home at night and your phone was turned off! Sure enough, Du Zhanrong gave you courage!" He Qian's tone was not good as soon as he answered the phone.
"I'm sorry, Mr. He, I'll go back to the company right away." Song Li's hands were shaking with fear as he held the spoon while cooking porridge.
"Do you want Du Zhanrong to say that I don't keep my word?" He Qian's usual sarcastic attitude resurfaced. "You'd better remember the reason why I asked you to get close to him. If I don't see you at Ciyun Pavilion tonight, I will find a way to teach you a lesson!"
Song Li looked at the hung up call. Although he felt relieved, he was still frightened. After all, He Qian didn't know that Du Zhanrong had been discharged from the hospital, and she had even moved into Fenghua Manor.
After a pot of mushroom porridge was cooked and served, Chen Yao quickly came over and said, "Wine is available everywhere late at night, but you have to burn incense for three lifetimes to eat porridge in the morning, right, brother?"
Du Zhanrong came straight over and sat down, ignoring Chen Yao's mischief, his eyes only fixed on Song Li, but she looked focused on the dinner table.
"The ingredients in the refrigerator look very fresh. Were they delivered this morning?" Song Li poured a bowl of porridge and handed it to him. "I added some fresh matsutake mushrooms and some diced beef. I didn't add any oil. I wanted it to be light. You guys should try it."
"Sister Song Li, this porridge smells delicious. Do you always cook at home?" Chen Yao blew on the boiling hot porridge in front of her.
Song Li smiled and didn't want to answer her question at all, "Ms. Chen, call me Song Li."
"That won't do. My brother will be unhappy. How can I call you by your name? What if I have to call you sister-in-law in the future? You should not call me Miss Chen. You can call me Yaoyao."
Chen Yao is only 22 years old this year, in the prime of her youth. Song Li is 8 years older than her, so she can't call him by his name.
Du Zhanrong didn't stop her joking. Looking at the porridge in front of him slowly emitting white smoke, he felt a warm feeling. The scene seemed quite beautiful.
Song Li avoided his gaze slightly and sat next to him, "Do you need... me to help you?"
"No need, you should eat quickly too." Du Zhanrong said as he picked up the spoon in his left hand and stirred the porridge in the bowl.
Song Li lowered her head and started eating without looking at him. She just wanted to finish her meal quickly and then go back to He Qian to show her face.
Chen Yao took a bite and was a little surprised: "Oh! So the porridge in the morning is sweet?"
Du Zhanrong also tasted the sweetness of the porridge, but seeing that Song Li was eating it with relish, was there any explanation?
Song Li's heart skipped a beat and he quickly swallowed the whole mouthful of porridge in his mouth. He looked at them, not sure if they were saying... the porridge was sweet?
Du Zhanrong carefully observed her reaction, which included panic, surprise, and embarrassment...
"Sister Song Li, can I add sugar to the Matsutake and beef porridge? I want to eat it all at once..."
Sure enough... Song Li felt disappointed. What should he do?
She clearly put salt...
Du Zhanrong seemed to be questioning something in his heart. "This is the first time I've seen this way of eating. Does it have any special effect on patients?"
Song Li's voice tightened and he was silent for a few seconds. "Oh, maybe you are not used to it. I forgot to ask you if you like salty or sweet... Otherwise, I will make a new one..."
"No, don't bother." Du Zhanrong held her hand, which was restless. "It's okay."
Chen Yao stood up and was about to leave, not because she was disgusted, "Then you guys eat, I can't eat anything, I can't stand such a sweet morning!"
"Then I'll cook you some noodles?" Song Li shouted at her.
"No, I'm going out to find something to eat!"
Du Zhanrong held her back again, "Don't mind, Yaoyao is just like that, she speaks frankly."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Du..." Song Li looked embarrassed, as if he was caught doing something wrong and was caught off guard.
Du Zhanrong saw all the fleeting emotions that kept dodging in her eyes, no matter how subtle the ripples were...
If the porridge she cooked was sweet, why did she panic when asked about it? That reaction showed she was completely clueless! But she was clearly eating it at the time...
Afterwards, Du Zhanrong took advantage of Song Li's absence and went into the kitchen. Salt, sugar, and other seasonings were all placed together, but the jars were different colors...
The sugar in his house is not in crystalline form. It is ground and sieved through fine particles to become a crushed state. At first glance, it looks the same size as salt particles.
Normally, when you see sugar, you'd think it's salt. If you're unsure, you'd probably try a bite first, right?
Also, why did Song Li put sugar directly? Or did she mistake sugar for salt?
But even if you didn’t notice it when you were cooking the porridge, you wouldn’t be able to taste it when you were eating it?
Even if you haven't tried it beforehand, you will always notice it when you take the first bite, but Song Li took several bites in a row and didn't react!
Du Zhanrong frowned slightly as these questions kept running through his mind. He wouldn't believe her when she said that the porridge she cooked was sweet...
After breakfast, Song Li hurried back to the company and went to He Qian's office.
He just stared at the documents in his hand until she came in with breakfast and even stood in front of him and called out "Mr. He", but he ignored her intention.
Today is mid-December, and the winter in Yuancheng is already bitterly cold.
He Qian had never been afraid of the cold and didn't like turning on the heater. Even at this moment, a window was open, and the cold wind blew through it, invading the room and blowing against her body in waves, like a thousand icy snakes, crawling into her collar, cuffs, and trouser legs...
After about 20 minutes of stalemate, He Qian finally put down the documents in his hand, sat up straight, and looked up at her. Only he knew how complicated his mood was from the moment she appeared. During these long 20 minutes, he didn't read a single word, but still had to suppress his anger.
So the original meaning was "Why are you here?", but it was forcibly changed to: "After serving Du Zhanrong, you still have to come back to serve me. Isn't it tiring?"
Song Li met his eyes, and her cowardice grew instantly. She really hated herself for being so cowardly...
The two words "He Qian" were enough to easily plunge her into the abyss of inferiority.
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