Overtime is tomorrow night, but tonight, Lu Zhe will naturally have to carry out another task as usual.
As Miss Tang's personal assistant, I prepare dinner for her.
Lu Zhe left the office on time and went to the large apartment. He skillfully walked into the kitchen and began preparing the ingredients.
Tang Qi also put down her game and stood at the kitchen doorway, observing forcefully.
Everything seemed the same as before.
But Tang Qi felt uneasy. She sensed that Lu Zhe seemed to have changed since her father's visit…
Moreover, she had originally planned to find an opportunity to tell Lu Zhe at noon today to send out the salaries. However, Xue Xiaodie's appearance disrupted her plans. With that annoying person around, it was really difficult to bring it up.
So now should be a good opportunity.
Tang Qi suddenly spoke up: "Well, it's already the beginning of the month, I think it's time to pay you your salary..."
Lu Zhe, who was washing vegetables, turned to look at her and asked, "Didn't you read the contract?"
Tang Qi: "What contract?"
Lu Zhe: "It's the employment contract you asked me to write. It's already stipulated in that contract that I'll get paid after I've worked for you for a full month."
The girl's face was full of surprise: "Eh... there's this one too?"
Lu Zhe: "My initial thought was that this method would be easier to calculate. For example, in the first month, if someone didn't work a full month, how would their salary be calculated? If it were based on actual working hours, we would have to do extra calculations, which would be too troublesome. Since it's just the two of us and we don't have an HR department, we decided to keep it as simple as possible."
Tang Qi said blankly, "Oh, okay then."
Lu Zhe washed the vegetables and took two eggs and a small bowl from the refrigerator. Just as he was about to crack them open, he glanced at the young lady again and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Tang Qi fidgeted with the hem of her skirt and whispered, "Do you need my help?"
Lu Zhe: "What did you say?"
The young lady's voice was a bit louder this time: "Do you want me to help you?"
Lu Zhe: "Sure, wash your hands first."
Tang Qi moved closer to the tap, washing her hands while secretly watching Lu Zhe's movements.
He cracked the egg, poured the egg mixture into a bowl, and stirred it with chopsticks. He stirred very quickly, and the sound of the chopsticks hitting the bowl was like sending a telegram.
Tang Qi pondered silently—what could she do to help him?
But soon, the young lady no longer needed to think about this problem. Because Lu Zhe tossed her a clove of garlic and said, "Peel this garlic."
Tang Qi caught the garlic and teased, "Am I now considered a garlic-peeling girl?"
Lu Zhe smiled faintly: "Perhaps."
Tang Qi looked at the garlic cloves from left to right, found a trash can not far away, squatted down next to the trash can and started peeling them.
After peeling for a while, she couldn't help but look up and ask, "Are you a little unhappy today?"
Lu Zhe paused for a moment and said, "Do I have any reason to be unhappy? No, I should say I'm very calm right now."
Tang Qi: "Calm?"
Lu Zhe: "Hmm, why haven't you finished peeling yet?"
"Because it's hard to peel!"
At this moment, Tang Qi hadn't even peeled a single clove of garlic; she was still struggling with the skin clinging tightly to it.
Lu Zhe reached out his hand: "Give it to me first."
Tang Qi obediently placed all the garlic in his hand.
Lu Zhe placed the garlic on the cutting board, cut off both ends, and then handed it back to Tang Qi.
He explained, "Making two cuts before peeling will be much faster."
Sure enough, when Tang Qi tried peeling it again, she peeled off the garlic skin in one go.
The girl muttered, "I don't know this trick..."
"It's okay, you'll know later." Lu Zhe said, his hands still moving as he began chopping scallions.
The sound of the cleaver striking the cutting board was mechanical, short and even. He only slowed down for the last few cuts.
Tang Qi watched from the side and softly exclaimed in admiration, "Your cooking skills are truly amazing..."
Lu Zhe: "It's just basic skills. Any chef you hire is better than me."
Tang Qi: "So what should I do now?"
Lu Zhe thought for a moment, and indeed felt a little troubled. After hesitating for two seconds, he said, "Shall we set out the bowls and chopsticks?"
Tang Qi put her hands on her hips, her small face showing a hint of displeasure, like a cat being petted against its fur: "Isn't that something to do last? What, can't I do anything else besides that?"
Lu Zhe: "..."
Tang Qi: "...I understand, you think I'm in your way."
Lu Zhe sighed: "No, how about you sing me a song?"
Tang Qi was taken aback, somewhat puzzled: "Does singing count as helping out?"
Lu Zhe: "Of course."
The young lady hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.
She then asked, "So, what song would you like to hear?"
Lu Zhe: "The Internationale".
Tang Qi: "Huh?"
Lu Zhe smiled and said, "No, I was just kidding. You can sing any song, any song is fine."
Tang Qi took out her phone, scrolled through her playlist, and quickly selected a song. She opened the song information but didn't play it; the complete lyrics were displayed.
"Cough cough..."
She cleared her throat and began to sing a cappella.
I miss your scent.
I miss the "I love you" you said to me.
That's how I can never forget it, time and time again;
You are the oxygen I lack.
I can't breathe without you.
This is the distance I fear most…
Her singing voice was soft, seemingly a little breathless, yet exceptionally sweet, like honey.
Just then, Lu Zhe finished slicing the cucumber, put down the knife, and clapped his hands: "Good!"
The girl's lips curled up involuntarily, but she didn't stop singing.
Lu Zhe got busy again.
However, while he was busy, he was also somewhat conflicted.
At Miss Tang's house, listening to sweet songs, he was preparing dinner for her, but the question that kept nagging at him was—Xue Xiaodie, who had eaten spicy food and drunk iced drinks at noon, was now on her period. Would she be feeling unwell?
Lu Zhe has never liked socializing, but he can't turn a blind eye to the suffering of others. It would have been fine if he hadn't known, but now that he does, and Xue Xiaodie has no friends after leaving school and her family isn't around, he can't help but feel worried.
Soon, Tang Qi finished singing a song and asked with a smile, "What did you think?"
Lu Zhe nodded, but his hands didn't stop moving: "I think it's great!"
The girl moved closer to him, trying to see his expression, and said, "Hehe, isn't it great?"
Lu Zhe suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Oh right, I just thought of something you could help with, besides singing."
Tang Qi: "What is it?"
Lu Zhe: "After dinner, wash the dishes."
"Well..." Tang Qi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. "Alright then."
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