Wen Qiao has flexible work hours and no fixed schedule. Usually, by the ti she leisurely wakes up in the morning, Fu Jinghen has already finished his morning eting.
So she rarely makes breakfast for Fu Jinghen; he usually orders takeaway, timing it to arrive just as she wakes up.
It’s rare that she got up early today, changed clothes, casually twisted her hair into a bun, and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast for Fu Jinghen.
Both of them prefer Chinese breakfasts, which are slightly more complicated to prepare compared to Western ones.
The soybeans for the soy milk were soaked last night by Fu Jinghen, at Wen Qiao’s insistence, just before she was about to fall asleep, exhausted.
After washing the soybeans twice to clean them, she put them into the soy milk machine.
Wen Qiao took out so shumai bought from the supermarket and placed it on the stear, then turned on the heat.
While Wen Qiao was cooking, Fu Jinghen sat at the dining table, reading the latest economic news on his tablet.
Gradually, he noticed sothing was a bit off.
When Wen Qiao placed a tray of stead buns on the table, Fu Jinghen finally couldn’t help but speak up.
He pointed to the bountiful breakfast on the table and asked, "Why did you make so much today? We can’t finish all this, can we?"
"Who told you it’s just for the two of us?"
Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow slightly, as if he guessed sothing.
Wen Qiao propped her hand on the table and suddenly leaned in close to Fu Jinghen: "Don’t you think having just the two of us for breakfast feels a bit lonely and dull?"
Fu Jinghen: "..."
He actually didn’t think so.
"Moreover, knowing how to share with others is a traditional virtue of the Chinese people. As descendants of Yan and Huang, it’s our unshirkable duty to promote this virtue!"
"..."
She sounded quite passionate.
Fu Jinghen hesitated and asked, "So?"
"So, my dear President Fu, please go and invite the people across the hall to co over for breakfast." Wen Qiao cupped his face and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "That’s your reward. If I go to call her, Jiang Yao probably won’t co, but as her boss, she’ll definitely give you this honor. Go on, go on."
Fu Jinghen looked at her smiling eyes, full of hidden threats after giving him the reward, as if telling him that if he didn’t bring anyone over, he also wouldn’t get to eat this al. His gaze shifted down to her lips, paused for a mont, and then returned to her eyes.
The implication was very clear: one more ti.
Wen Qiao, without hesitation, cupped his face and gave him several more pecks: "Extra reward, satisfied?"
Fu Jinghen nodded, put down the tablet, and got up to call the others from across the hall.
To prevent any awkward situation from occurring, after pressing the doorbell, Fu Jinghen announced himself: "Agent Jiang, Qiaoqiao invites you all over for breakfast."
After waiting about two seconds, the door opened.
A pair of eyes at the sa level as Fu Jinghen’s appeared behind the door.
The two n exchanged a glance and simultaneously nodded as a form of greeting.
Fu Jinghen said, "Qiaoqiao asked to invite you all over for breakfast."
"Alright, we’ll be over shortly, thank you, President Fu."
After closing the door, Jiang Yao poked her head out of the bedroom: "Was it Wen Qiao?"
Ye Shengnan shook his head: "It was President Fu."
Jiang Yao: "..."
This little rascal.
Specifically sent soone she couldn’t refuse to call her over.
Her phone vibrated, and she glanced down at it, seeing a ssage from Wen Qiao.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Be good and co over to eat. Seductive JPG.]
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