[Xixi]: How? How are others?

[Zhusheng]: It’s okay, there’s no problem with my work.

[Xixi]: He didn’t do anything bad, right?

[Zhusheng]: What bad thing are you referring to?

[Xixi]: Don’t ask questions knowingly.

[Zhu Sheng]: Apart from occasionally liking to look at my legs, I don’t have any other problems.

【Xixi】:......

[Zhusheng]: I feel like he is just an ordinary person. I don’t understand why you like him. He is completely unworthy of you.

[Xixi]: I don’t like him now, so don’t lie.

[Zhusheng]: Oh, was he very good before?

[Xixi]: Oh, you don’t understand. Whether you like someone or not has nothing to do with whether a person is good enough.

[Zhu Sheng]: Anyway, I don’t see what you like about him.

[Xixi]: If you don’t see it, then you don’t see it. Anyway, I’m just asking you to give him a job, and I’m not asking you to check things for me.

[Zhusheng]: I thought you would still find him to be with.

[Xixi]: It’s impossible. It’s all over. Who is still looking for him?

[Zhusheng]: Then you still have to find a job for him?

[Xixi]: Just think of it as giving an explanation to me when I was a child.

【Bamboo Sheng】: As you wish.

[Xixi]: When will he pay his salary? Remember to tell me and I will transfer the eight thousand to you.

[Zhu Sheng]: No, I don’t need you to pay this little money. Anyway, I originally planned to find someone to edit the video.

[Xixi]: Okay...but can you find some excuse when paying wages and give him a little more bonus or commission?

[Xixi]: Or you can ask him if he wants to work overtime on weekends, etc. Then I will give him some overtime pay, and I will pay for this part.

[Bamboo Sheng]: OK.

In the evening, after finishing chatting with Ying Chanxi about Li Luo, Yan Zhusheng leaned on the bedside and was about to find a movie to watch.

But Ying Chanxi on the other side obviously didn't want to end the chat yet and sent her a photo.

The photo shows a living room with three people sitting on the sofa, a middle-aged couple and a tall and thin boy.

[Xixi]: It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. I feel like Ying Xiangtao has suddenly grown a lot taller, and his facial features are quite similar to those of Aunt Yuan.

[Zhusheng]: If you don’t have anything else to do, I’ll stop talking.

[Xixi]: Aunt Yuan said she misses you very much, but do you really want to come over and take a look?

[Zhu Sheng]: It doesn’t matter, I’m fine by myself.

[Xixi]: She doesn’t plan to go on a blind date with you now, so why can’t she find a chance to reconcile?

[Zhusheng]: She wants to start a new life with your father. I am already an adult and can support myself. I don’t think there is any need to force them to get together.

[Xixi]: Okay, okay, let’s not talk about this.

[Zhusheng]: Are you sure you don’t want to come to my place to meet that Li Luo?

[Xixi]: No need, just keep it as it is now, it’s fine.

[Zhusheng]: That’s it, no more chatting.

【Xixi】:Okay.

Turning off her phone, Yan Zhusheng flipped through the movies on the projection screen, but didn't find what she wanted to watch. She felt a little depressed, so she got out of bed and walked to the balcony to enjoy the night breeze.

But just like that, my mood still didn't improve much. The photo that Ying Chanxi just sent me kept thinking about it, and my chest felt clogged.

Yan Zhusheng frowned and touched his slightly uncomfortable chest, then turned back to the house, changed his clothes, went out and went downstairs for a walk, intending to change his mood.

As a result, when he walked all the way to an intersection near Yintai City with a large flow of people, Yan Zhusheng caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at a mobile vendor.

The man was still wearing the white shirt and apron he wore during the day, standing behind an electric tricycle, skillfully frying portions of fried noodles.

Seeing him sweating profusely, Yan Zhusheng paused and frowned slightly thinking about Ying Chanxi having to provide him with a job.

A salary of 8,000 is already not low, but you still have to sell fried noodles at night. Are you so short of money?

In the past, when Yan Zhusheng saw stalls like this, he would stay away, feeling somewhat unclean.

But this time, with a hint of curiosity, she silently walked to the stall and observed it closely for a while.

Probably because she stood there for too long, after Li Luo finished making a portion of fried noodles and there were no customers for the time being, he turned to look at the figure next to him, with a warm smile on his face, and said to her: "Would you like some?"

A portion of fried rice noodles? It’s...um..."

It was late at night, and Yan Zhusheng had been standing to the side. Li Luo only caught a glimpse of someone standing there from the corner of his eye, but did not see clearly who it was.

At this time, he turned his head and when he was halfway through greeting, Li Luo saw clearly that the other person was actually his boss, and his face suddenly stiffened.

Yan Zhusheng realized that he had been discovered, so he walked forward and stood in front of the stall and took a look. Finally, he still didn't order. He felt that the food was still a bit dirty.

So she shook her head at Li Luo and said, "I don't want to eat, I just happened to be out for a walk and saw you."

"Oh, it's okay." Li Luo responded and nodded repeatedly, "I just... um... I have nothing to do at night, so I just go out and make some money, so I won't delay my work during the day."

"It's okay." Yan Zhusheng shook his head, smelling the fragrance emanating from the stall, and felt a little drooling in his mouth.

However, she still held back and glanced at Li Luo a few more times. Then she remembered Ying Chanxi's request, so she asked Li Luo: "You have two weekends, do you have anything to do during the day?"

"It's okay, what's wrong?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, wondering why she asked this?

"Then do you want to come work on weekends?" Yan Zhusheng asked, "I can give you overtime pay."

When Li Luo heard this, he thought it was a good thing, so he immediately nodded and agreed: "No problem."

"Then let's do it." Yan Zhusheng nodded and didn't stay any longer. After saying this, he said goodbye and left.

Watching Yan Zhusheng's back gradually walking away, Li Luo subconsciously took a second look at Yan Zhusheng's long legs. Thinking of Yan Zhusheng's sudden proposal for overtime pay, Li Luo pursed his lips.

This boss... although he looks quite cold on the face, he seems to be a warm-hearted person?

You see that he is short of money, so do you offer to pay him overtime?

Thinking of this, Li Luo took a deep breath, shook his head, and continued to sell fried noodles.

…

On Sunday, according to Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo still came to work on time at eight o'clock in the morning.

But today is different from the previous week. By noon, the cooking aunt didn't even come to cook.

Instead, someone knocked on the door.

Li Luo went to open the door, took a large bag of takeaway from the delivery boy, carried it to the dining table in the living room, and fell into deep thought for a while.

Yan Zhusheng obviously also received the news that the takeout had been delivered. He walked down from the second floor and saw that Li Luo had put the takeout on the table, so he said, "Let's have lunch."

Li Luo opened the takeout boxes one by one, and found four dishes and one soup, which was quite a normal home-style stir-fry.

But the taste is not as good as that of the cooking aunt, it smells like a prepared dish.

As a veteran in the kitchen, Li Luo basically eats it as soon as he eats it.

Either the chef was too spicy, or it was a pre-made dish, there is no second possibility.

However, Yan Zhusheng was not very picky about food, so she ate quietly.

Li Luo sat aside. Although he was not picky, he couldn't help but asked: "Isn't the cooking aunt coming today?"

"Today is Sunday." Yan Zhusheng glanced at him, "Auntie has a rest, so I'll order takeout."

"You don't cook for yourself?"

"I won't."

"Then..." Li Luo thought about it, and in order to leave a good impression on his boss, he decided to show off his skills, "How about I cook dinner today?"

"You?" Yan Zhusheng blinked, stunned for a moment, and then realized, "You want to make stir-fried noodles?"

"...I don't know how to make fried noodles." Li Luo's mouth twitched, "Of course, if you want to eat it, you can also make fried noodles."

"I won't eat that." Yan Zhusheng shook his head, "Just normal stir-fry, can you do it?"

"Yes." Li Luo nodded, "I have a chef's certificate."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng blinked and recalled seeing Li Luo standing on the street the night before, sweating profusely while waving an iron pot and shovel, so he nodded and said, "Then you do it."

"Then I'll go buy some groceries in the afternoon."

"No problem." Yan Zhusheng nodded and took out his cell phone.

The next second, Li Luo felt his phone vibrate.

When he took it out, he found that Yan Zhusheng had transferred 500 yuan to him on WeChat.
To be continued...