In-house help system

Chapter 16 The Domineering President's Assistant

On this day, Feng Rui got up early in the morning, and when he opened the curtains, the sky in the distance was still dark blue.

If it was normal, he would not have to get up so early, but today is different, because he has to make breakfast before Ji Wenliang wakes up.

This matter was not a whim, but Feng Rui thought it up after careful consideration.

A textual analysis of more than thirty romance novels shows that displaying perfect cooking skills can capture a lover's heart.

Considering that it was his first time cooking, Feng Rui chose a relatively simple sandwich.

He walks into the kitchen and starts recalling sandwich recipes from an Internet search.

Well... first of all, prepare the ingredients.

He opened the refrigerator door and began to search, 1 tomato, 4 slices of luncheon meat, 3 eggs, 1 lettuce...

All the ingredients are complete, what should be the next step?

By the way, fried eggs!

Feng Rui stood in front of the stove, turned on the induction cooker, held the oil bottle in his left hand, and waited quietly.

Something seems wrong. I always feel that something important is missing?

He tried his best to recall Ji Wenliang's appearance when he was cooking, and then looked at the induction cooker. He felt that this induction cooker seemed to be different from the induction cooker Ji Wenliang used. It seemed that there was one missing...pan?

When he realized this, the calm Feng Rui started to panic, where is the frying pan?He opened the refrigerator...no, opened the hanging cabinet...no, opened the drawer...ah, here it is.

Fortunately, he found it in time, he secretly exhaled, began to pour oil into the pot, turned around and took an egg, ready to break it and put it in the pot at any time.

It is said on the Internet that frying eggs requires "hot oil in a hot pan".

However, there is no thermometer here, so how can you tell how hot the oil is?

While he was in a daze, the oil in the pot had already started to smoke.

The temperature should be okay, he smashed the eggs in a hurry, and threw the eggshells into the pot, only to hear a chirping sound, black smoke rose, and oil spots mixed with the eggshells splattered everywhere.

When Ji Wenliang walked down the spiral staircase, he smelled a smell of mush. He was startled, and hurried to the kitchen, and saw Feng Rui covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve while frying something with a spatula.

He quickly turned off the induction cooker, skillfully reached out to open the range hood, then lowered his head and took out the white disk from the cabinet, took the spatula from Feng Rui's hand, put the dark stuff in the pot on the plate, and poured it into the pot Added some water.

When the water met the hot oil, it made a stinging sound, and slowly returned to calm.

After everything was settled, Ji Wenliang turned his head to look at Feng Rui, and asked, "What are you... doing?"

"Make...make breakfast." Looking at the "results" on the plate, Feng Rui replied with some confidence.

"Oh..." Ji Wenliang pretended to be enlightened, scanned the things on the table, and asked with his little hands behind his back, "Let me see what we had for breakfast this morning?"

Burnt eggshell?

Feng Rui had a rare look of embarrassment on his face.

Seeing Feng Rui like this, Ji Wenliang couldn't tease him anymore, and looked at the ingredients in front of the stove, toast, tomatoes, eggs... Is Feng Rui making a sandwich?

His heart moved.

A month ago, he sprained his ankle when he went to practice in the field. He thought it was nothing serious. After a few days of rest, he went back to school. Unexpectedly, after a physical education class, his ankle became red and swollen again. The doctor told him that he could not exercise anymore , he had to rest at home for a while.

I can't move my ankles, and I can't cook meals. Counting, the two of them have been eating takeaway for nearly a month.

Although the takeaway is delicious, it will always make you tired of eating it. No wonder Feng Rui wants to do it himself. Now that his feet are healed, he should make up for it.

Thinking this way, it's my own fault.

Ji Wenliang put his hands on Feng Rui's chest, trying to push him out of the kitchen, "Just wait, breakfast will be ready in a while."

Feng Rui, who had been silent all this time, spoke up, "You...can you teach me how to make breakfast?"

"Ding! The protagonist asks you a question: Can you teach me how to make breakfast? I am searching for alternative answers for you... The search is over, please choose: A. yes; B. no"

"The risk is being estimated for you... The estimate is complete: after choosing A, the world stability value will increase to 75%; after choosing B, the world stability value will decrease to 60%, please choose carefully."

Ji Wenliang raised his delicate eyebrows, as if he had no reason to refuse.

He nodded towards Feng Rui, "Okay." He swept Feng Rui's oil-stained school uniform again, couldn't help but smile, and took out a black and white plaid apron from the drawer, "However, we have to put it on first. this."

The apron was still new. Ji Wenliang opened the transparent packaging bag, unfolded the apron, found the lanyard around his neck, faced Feng Rui, stood on tiptoe, and helped him wrap it around his neck.

Feng Rui suddenly took a step back.

"Hey, don't move." Ji Wenliang put his hand on Feng Rui's shoulder and said dissatisfied.

So Feng Rui really remained motionless.

Ji Wenliang helped him put on the lanyard around his neck, then found the back ties on both sides of the apron, wrapped them around his waist, and groped to tie a knot at the back.

Feng Rui turned his head away, not daring to look at Ji Wenliang who was helping him tie his apron.

Although he couldn't see his eyes, his other senses were still active. He could smell the faint fragrance from Ji Wenliang's body, and he could feel the temperature coming from Ji Wenliang's body.

The tens of thousands of filaments tied to the heart became active again, causing the heart to beat irregularly.

puff... puff...

"Come here, don't you want to learn?"

Feng Rui came back to his senses and found that Ji Wenliang had already put on his apron, and was standing in front of the stove looking at him with his head tilted.

He hurried forward.

Ji Wenliang has a sincere heart, since he agreed to teach others, he will definitely use a lot of energy, wishing to pour out all he knows.

"You must wait for the water to dry before pouring oil." He explained while pulling out a piece of absorbent paper to dry the water in the pot.

"If frying eggs, it's better to add a little more oil, so that the fried eggs will be more fragrant."

He poured the oil into the pot, waited for a while, hung his hand over the pot, felt the temperature, and said patiently: "If you feel the temperature is a bit hot, you can put the eggs." After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Feng Rui would not understand , took his hand, hung over the pot, tilted his head and asked, "Huh? Did you feel it? It's hot."

The white and slender hands felt as soft as silk, Feng Rui nodded, "Well, it's very hot."

When the oil is warm enough, Ji Wenliang picked up an egg, shook it, and said, "Before breaking the egg, shake it like this first, because of inertia, the egg white won't stick to the shell."

After finishing speaking, he touched the egg on the corner of the marble table, and the shell immediately broke into two halves.

Ji Wenliang made a sandwich, and Feng Rui learned how to make one.

When eating, Ji Wenliang deliberately chose the sandwich made by Feng Rui.

"That..." Feng Rui watched Ji Wenliang pick up the sandwich he made, and stopped him, "Give this to me."

Although Ji Wenliang taught him how to fry eggs, he was not proficient after all, and he didn't do it very well.

Originally, he wanted to cook a meal for Ji Wenliang with his own hands, but it turned out like this. He was a little frustrated.

"Then how?" Ji Wenliang stepped back protecting the sandwich, for fear of being snatched away, "I'll eat this, you eat that."

After speaking, he took a big bite, chewed, and commented: "Well, it's pretty good."

Seeing that he didn't look like a liar, Feng Rui's hanging heart fell to the ground flickeringly.

No wonder... the hero in the book is willing to cook for his lover.

Being praised by the person you care about, feeling the attachment of the person you care about, that feeling is indescribably beautiful.

Those unspeakable thoughts are fermenting in the chest, brewing a little bit of sweetness.

"I could make breakfast every day," he heard himself say.

Ji Wenliang was stunned when he heard this.

Fu laughed again, and agreed, "Okay."

I couldn't help but think of the prompt from the system just now.

Having been in this world for so long, he probably understood the role of his role.

Every question that "Ji Wenliang" answered for the male lead seemed to involve trivial matters.

But it does affect the development of the plot.

For example, this time I taught the hero to make breakfast.

He remembered that after the hero and the heroine were together in the book, they cooked breakfast for the heroine every day.

Without him, the hero would have nowhere to learn how to make breakfast.

That's right, apart from the heroine, who can make the mighty hero "wash his hands and make soup"?

What I eat now is just for the male lead to practice.

For some reason, thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the sandwich in his hand was a little hard to swallow.

Regardless of the ups and downs in their hearts, the two still finished their breakfast, tidied up briefly, and prepared to go to school.

When he was about to leave the house, Feng Rui didn't know which muscle was wrong, so he insisted on carrying Ji Wenliang's schoolbag.

"No...no need, my schoolbag is not heavy, really." Ji Wenliang desperately tugged on the strap of the schoolbag.

I have hands and feet, and I'm not a weak little girl, so why ask others to help me carry my schoolbag?

Besides, doesn't this kind of plot all happen in some childish campus novels?

But how could his strength be stronger than Feng Rui's? After struggling a few times, Feng Rui skillfully broke free.

Ji Wenliang had no choice but to follow Feng Rui who was carrying a schoolbag in one hand.

When he reached the car door, Ji Wenliang stretched out his hand, wanting to open the door.

Feng Rui grabbed the door handle first, opened the door, and made a "please" gesture to Ji Wenliang in a chic manner.

Ji Wenliang got into the car with a mask on his face.

The car is driving fast on the road.

Taking advantage of no one talking in the car, Feng Rui turned his head to the outside of the car, looked at the reversed scenery, and began to summarize his performance in the morning.

Although the breakfast wasn't ready, there was an unexpected harvest - Ji Wenliang asked him to cook breakfast himself, which was an extremely intimate exchange.

Carrying Ji Wenliang's schoolbag and opening the door are both planned. According to the book, doing so will make him rely on himself unconsciously.

Judging from Ji Wenliang's reaction, the effect is not bad.

At this moment, through the glass, he could see Ji Wenliang secretly looking at him, as if he had something to say.

Are you shy?What did he want to say to himself?

No... No, I have to confess.

It was a little sudden, and he wasn't ready.

Feng Rui tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth, telling himself to keep calm.

Under Feng Rui's expectation, Ji Wenliang spoke hesitantly.

"Well...Xiao Rui, why don't you put down your schoolbag, doesn't it feel heavy if you hold it in your arms all the time?"

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