Zhang Minglang clearly couldn't understand why he would bring the food he cooked to the company in a disposable takeout box.
Because I lost my insulated container and hadn't had time to buy a new one, I went downstairs to the small shop and got a few takeout containers to use for now.
This reason was rather far-fetched, but since the other party had said so, Zhang Minglang wouldn't delve into it further.
However, Mr. Huo, who is usually a picky eater, did not complain about the bowl of porridge that had been completely cooled down. Instead, he drank it all up, which really surprised him.
Zhang Minglang thought that since the boss liked this flavor, he might consider it as another alternative when ordering takeout in the future.
After all, the owner of that restaurant in the north of the city had a very strange temper and refused to accept their long-term orders. It seemed like he opened the restaurant entirely on a whim.
Since that's the case, then I won't trouble you.
Okay, no trouble at all~ (?w?)
Zhang Minglang stared at his phone screen, and for some reason felt that the round emoticons in front of him looked somewhat like this Miss Ling.
Just as he was deep in thought about where the similarities between the two lay, the person opposite him suddenly said something out of the blue.
Assistant Zhang, do you drive to work every day?
Without thinking much of it, Zhang Minglang typed: "No, I live near the company and walk to and from work every day, what's wrong with that?"
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【(＾▽＾)】
The next morning, Lin Zhenzhen appeared in the lobby on time.
She didn't rush upstairs, but instead stood in the previous rest area, resting her chin on her hand and watching the crowds coming and going.
Soon, she found the person she was looking for.
"Assistant Zhang." Lin Zhenzhen came out ahead of time. "What a coincidence, we've run into each other again."
"It is indeed quite a coincidence." Zhang Minglang slowed his pace. Kangkong Pharmaceutical has a large number of employees, and the chances of running into the same person two days in a row are indeed not high.
Lin Zhenzhen smiled and raised her right hand: "I made extra vegetable porridge today, why don't you take it and have some?"
Zhang Minglang scratched his head: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed."
"It's okay. I always have trouble controlling the amount when I cook for myself. I just happened to have some leftover insulated containers at home, so I simply packed them all up and shared them with my colleagues to let them try my cooking."
Without saying a word, Lin Zhenzhen shoved the insulated box into his hand.
Seeing that she was indeed carrying more than just one box, Zhang Minglang didn't refuse any longer: "Thanks, I'll treat you to coffee next time."
"Okay!" Lin Zhenzhen smiled, as if she wanted to say something, but the staff elevator opened at that moment, and she was like a poor little fish, swept away by the crowd and instantly disappeared into the depths of the elevator car.
Zhang Minglang swallowed the goodbye that was on the tip of his tongue, took out his magnetic card, and tapped it against the sensor in the corner elevator. The elevator then smoothly ascended.
As he passed the president's office, he deliberately craned his neck and peeked through the crack in the door. Seeing the familiar leather packaging bag on the table, Zhang Minglang nodded in satisfaction.
Great, the boss has already had breakfast, so this one is his.
Zhang Minglang turned around with a big smile, almost bumping into Huo Yeshuo who was coming from the opposite direction.
"Mr. Huo, good morning."
Huo Yeshuo gave a faint "hmm," paused in his tracks, and slightly raised his right hand.
Zhang Minglang looked up at him, his face blank.
"Give it to me."
Give? Give what?
Zhang Minglang's pupils trembled, and he slowly placed the lunchbox he was carrying into his hand with some uncertainty.
Huo Yeshuo walked into the room and saw the paper bag on the desk.
"You ordered two today?"
Zhang Minglang blinked and gave a somewhat guilty "hmm".
Huo Yeshuo walked to the reception table and sat down. He would not let his desk get smelled of food. If he wasn't so rushed every morning, he would not even want to eat in his workspace.
Zhang Minglang heard a "crack" sound as a sealed plastic box was opened.
Huo Yeshuo swallowed very softly. If Zhang Tianlang hadn't seen his arm, wrapped in a suit, rising and falling repeatedly, he wouldn't have been able to tell if Huo Yeshuo was actually drinking porridge.
Huo Yeshuo stopped when he scooped up about the fifth spoonful.
He turned his head, his expression still indifferent: "From now on, we'll have breakfast here."
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