“Dad, I just went to the company and resigned.”
“what’s up.”
“I just feel that I am not in good health now, I can’t work in the company, and I don’t want to occupy this position.”
“You child… Our company is still short of your salary alone.”
“But the translation department is all about efficiency, and I don’t want to drag others down.”
Ouyang Mingxi thought for a while: “Okay, how about this, I’ll transfer you to a second job. When do you want to come back to work later, you can just go to work directly.”
“Can……”
“No need, it’s up to me. Where are you now? I’ll send someone to take you back.”
“No need, Dad, I’ll just go back by myself. I came here by car.”
“Then be careful on the road.”
“Okay.” After hanging up the phone, Zhou se sat in the car and looked up. He was reluctant to stick to the workplace for two months. Goodbye.
She closed the window and started the car to drive away.
Ouyang Duan came back with his luggage a week later.
When he came home, she was looking at the cookbook and cooking.
Seeing him, Zhou se threw the menu aside excitedly, went up to hug him and screamed: “ah, uncle, why are you back? You didn’t even say hello.”
“To surprise you,” Ouyang Duan looked at her and smiled. Once, this was her line.
“Your surprise is too big, I’m so happy.”
After she finished speaking, she let go of the arm that was holding him, and pulled her into the kitchen.
“Uncle, hurry up, you’re just in time, go to the kitchen and help me, I’m going to be fucked to death.”
Ouyang Duan was forced into the kitchen step by step by her. Seeing the battle inside, she couldn’t help but chuckled.
He finally knew why she was so surprised when she saw him just now…
In the kitchen, there were two plates of discarded shredded yams, all of which were as black as charcoal.
He has never made candied yam before.
But after he took a look at the recipe from Zhou se, he knew it in his heart.
Twenty minutes later, the shredded yam succeeded.
Looking at Ouyang Duan, Zhou se was a little surprised: “uncle, you can do everything.”
“Don’t you have a recipe?”
Zhou se was puzzled: “but…the amount on the recipe is not clear.”
“Roughly estimate,” he smiled dotingly and rubbed her head.
“I’m just roughly estimating…”