Yu Huan came back to his senses and asked tentatively: "Do you want to drink something?" Like wine or something.
"Thirsty?" Zhou Yang stood up, took a bowl and went into the kitchen to pour her a bowl of dumpling soup, "The original soup dissolves the original food."
Yu Huan: ...
Dumpling soup can’t make people drunk.
But I was really thirsty, so I drank half a bowl in one breath. When I wanted to drink more, I had no energy left. I could only give up regretfully and wait for next time.
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It's another day to go to work.
Yu Huan didn't understand why everyone called her a social animal. She thought work was fun and all she had to do was bring coffee to Fu Yanqi once in the morning and evening.
If there are guests, it might be a little busier and I have to make a few more cups.
But once it's done, it's a very fulfilling thing.
Every time after serving coffee, Yu Huan would intentionally or unintentionally stay a little longer, waiting for the customers to taste it and comment on it. However, those people had no emotional intelligence and did not know how to encourage their employees. They all fell silent after drinking it.
Maybe they only see interests and no emotions.
The world is so fickle.
Yu Huan left with regret.
Her piercing gaze disappeared, and the facial expressions of several CEOs relaxed slightly, with the corners of their lips twitching to varying degrees.
Looking at them all grinning, Fu Yanqi found it quite funny.
He didn't know yet that gradually, the news that Fu Group's coffee was unpalatable would spread throughout the circle.
Some people wonder why it tastes so bad and why President Fu has never expressed his opinion. He is the president and all the staff in the group have to obey his orders.
So it can be confirmed that the person was left behind by President Fu.
After thinking about it, they felt that Mr. Fu must have some intention in this. Maybe the person who made the coffee was a top barista.
They just didn't taste the flavor.
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Yu Huan didn't get any praise from others, and was still a little dissatisfied.
Once, after delivering coffee to Fu Yanqi, I stood there and asked him what he thought of the coffee.
Fu Yanqi said calmly that it was not bad.
So she reluctantly thought it was a compliment and left.
The office door was closed tightly.
Fu Yanqi opened the drawer, took out a bag of sugar cubes, and elegantly put two sugar cubes into the coffee cup.
Only one third of the sugar cubes were left in the bag, obviously a lot of it had been put in.
Coffee, Mr. Fu likes it sweet.
Fu Yanqi has his own principles in this matter.
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