"Today is your first day on duty. How do you feel?"
Xie Yushan waved at Xie Youan, motioning him to make tea.
Turning around, the tone of his voice when speaking to Song Shishi didn't sound like that of a leader, but more like that of a familiar elder.
"Fortunately, I feel that my colleagues in the office are all very friendly."
She thought about the four desks she had just seen in the translation room, but apart from her, there were only two other colleagues in the office.
Because she was curious, she thought so and asked directly.
Xie Yushan raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Youan, "Didn't this kid tell you? You two work in the same office."
"Ah?" Song Shishi shook her head.
Xie Youan said nothing about this.
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...
Xie Yushan briefly told Song Shishi about his future work arrangements. His daily work is to translate diplomatic documents and papers.
If there are foreign affairs activities, there is also interpretation work.
Of course, there is also the organization of professional vocabulary, as well as translation review and proofreading.
The special translation file that Song Shishi received last time was also an emergency.
Generally, confidential documents like that would not be allowed to be translated by outsiders.
I can only say that this is also a kind of opportunity.
After talking about work, Xie Yushan mentioned Song Zhenhua again.
"I've been talking about finding a chance to reunite with your father, but I've never found the free time. Go back today and ask if he's free tonight. I'll treat you."
Song Shishi blinked.
This pair of friends is also interesting. Although they haven't been in touch for many years, after all, they are now both important figures in their respective fields. It shouldn't be difficult to get contact information, right? Why do you have to go through her if you want to have a meal together?
"Why don't you just call him and ask?"
"I don't have your father's contact information."
Xie Yushan reacted and chuckled.
"Never mind, just give me his phone number and I'll call him and ask him myself later."
Song Shishi gave her father's office phone number, and when she saw that Xie Yushan had nothing else to say, she stood up and said goodbye.
Xie Yushan asked Xie Youan to send Song Shishi off, but she refused.
Xie Youan stood by the window and looked downstairs until Song Shishi's figure disappeared at the gate, then he withdrew his gaze.
"The person has left?"
Xie Yushan glanced at him indifferently.
Xie Youan walked slowly to where Song Shishi had just sat and sat down, "Okay, let's go."
"Are you attracted to her?"
No one knows a son better than his husband.
Xie Yushan saw through Xie Youan's little thoughts at a glance.
"Does Xiao Song have a partner now?"
"Probably not yet."
Xie Youan answered honestly.
"Should?" Xie Yushan raised his voice unconsciously.
"I didn't ask. I saw a man dressed as a soldier picking her up before, and she just said he was a family member."
Thinking of Meng Xunzhou, whom he had met twice, Xie Youan felt a little uncomfortable.
As a man, he knew very well what the look in the man's eyes meant.
There were warnings and threats, but no friendliness.
"Can I help you?"
Xie Yushan also likes the little girl Song Shishi very much. It would be nice if he could make Song Shishi his daughter-in-law.
"How are you going to help?" Xie Youan became interested, put his hands on the table, and leaned forward slightly.
Xie Yushan just smiled, picked up the teacup and sipped the tea carefully.
"How's the investigation going on with the person I asked you to investigate years ago?"
"We only found out that he is an educated youth, but there are so many brigades over there. It will take some time to find him."
Speaking of business, Xie Youan withdrew his hand and sat up straight.
"Hurry up, after all, he saved my life, I have to find him and thank him properly."
"Got it. I'll call and urge them in a bit."
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Song Shishi returned home, but Xu Li had not come back yet and Zheng Peilan was not at home either.
I glanced at the time on my watch and it was almost eleven o'clock.
Song Shishi simply went into the house, changed into a lighter coat, washed her hands, and went into the kitchen.
The shrimps she bought yesterday had not been cooked yet, and she saw that there was still winter melon in the kitchen.
Why not just make some winter melon and shrimp ball soup?
The salted shrimp we had last night were quite simple.
I have to change the taste today.
Remove the heads and tails of the shrimps, peel them, and then chop them into a paste.
Add salt, starch, egg white, and chopped onion and mix well.
Of course, it is better to grab it with your hands so that it is easier to absorb the flavor.
Pour oil into the pan, pour the cut winter melon into the pan, stir-fry until the edges are transparent, and add salt.
After the winter melon is fried, add water and wait for the water to boil. Then use a spoon to make the shrimp paste into balls and throw them into the winter melon soup.
While the winter melon soup was stewing in the pot, she went to prepare other dishes.
Just now she saw that the luggage she had sent back had arrived.
There was some spicy cabbage she had pickled earlier in it.
I have some pork belly at home, so I can make stir-fried pork belly with spicy cabbage.
She should do it before Zheng Peilan comes back, otherwise she will have to listen to Zheng Peilan's nagging again.
In fact, she didn't care about her nagging, mainly because Zheng Peilan would just take away her ingredients and not let her continue cooking.
Cut the kimchi into small pieces, cut the pork belly into thin slices, cut the green onions into slices diagonally, and then cut the onion into pieces.
The preparation work is done and the winter melon shrimp ball soup is almost ready.
First, serve the winter melon shrimp ball soup, cover it with a lid, and set aside.
Clean the pot and wipe dry any water stains.
Put a little oil in the pot, pour the pork belly into the pot, add rice wine and stir-fry evenly over high heat.
Then change to low heat and slowly stir-fry the pork belly until both sides are slightly yellow and oil is released.
Just as Song Shishi was about to get the green onions, she heard the door open.
Add green onions to the pan and stir-fry.
"Hey...what are you burning? It smells so good?"
As soon as Zheng Peilan came back, she smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen and couldn't help smacking her lips.
"Mom, where did you go?"
Song Shishi asked in a raised voice.
After the aroma of the green onions was fried out, Song Shishi then poured the onion pieces into the pot and fried them until soft.
Zheng Peilan walked to the kitchen door and looked at Song Shishi busying herself with a smile on her face.
"Yin Ting is getting married tomorrow, and your Aunt Fu asked me to come over to help."
Song Shishi poured the spicy cabbage into the pot and said, "Oh, what's Yinting's husband's name?"
"I didn't ask what his name was, I just knew his last name was Lin and he worked in a steel factory."
Zheng Peilan smelled the fragrance and unconsciously took a few steps closer, stretching her neck to see what was in the pot.
Song Shishi scooped a spoonful of soup from the jar of pickled spicy cabbage, added some sugar, and stir-fried it.
"Oh my goodness, you are so good at cooking."
Seeing Song Shishi still adding sugar, Zheng Peilan felt heartbroken.
"Mom, as long as the food I cook tastes good, that's all. Relax, if it's gone, your daughter will buy you more."
Song Shishi served the spicy cabbage and pork belly directly to Zheng Peilan.
Before making winter melon soup, she steamed the corn and sweet potatoes.
It's almost ready now.
Seeing Song Shishi carrying out the soup pot, Zheng Peilan asked curiously, "What is this?"
"Winter melon and shrimp ball soup. I'll go stir-fry some spinach, and then we can eat."
Having said that, Song Shishi prepared to go to the kitchen.
Zheng Peilan lifted the lid of the pot, frowned and asked, "Good boy, it's probably just the two of us eating at home at noon. You made so much, can we finish it?"
Song Shishi stood at the kitchen door and turned around, "Where's Lili?"
"She went out to play with Xiaoqi early in the morning. She probably won't be back by noon."
When the two children went out, they didn't even say hello or ask if they would be back for lunch.
He hasn't come back yet at this point, so Zheng Peilan guessed that he definitely won't come back.
"That……"
Before he could finish his words, there was a knock on the door.
Song Shishi went to open the door.
"What are you doing here?"
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