I am devoted to scientific research, but you want to trick me into having a love relationship?

Chapter 552 Do You Have Any Misunderstandings About Me?
After finishing the phone call with his family, Xu Qingzhou also focused on the paper in front of him. At noon, he ate a bite of cold noodles and continued to work.

Time passed quietly, and when the sun hung in the southwest sky, the clicking sound of the keyboard in the living room stopped.

Xu Qingzhou let out a long sigh, rubbed his temples to relax, opened the window, and leaned back in a chair to breathe in some fresh air.

Although it is only May, the temperature is already quite high, and the air is full of heat.

"It will probably rain soon."

Xu Qingzhou murmured, relaxing, but his thoughts gradually drifted away again.

Now, 2% of the second paper has been completed, and it is estimated that it will be finished before the end of May. Carson and his colleagues are at a similar pace, and it will be completed by mid-June at the latest.

I can finally go back to my country. After two years in a foreign country, I still feel more comfortable in China.

He reached out and hooked the chin of Er Miao who was squatting at the corner of the table.

The lazy cat squinted his eyes and enjoyed the service of the humble two-legged beast.

There was the sound of a door opening in the distance.

Song Yao came home with a bunch of vegetables and saw a man and a cat sitting there stupidly. "What are you doing?"

Most of the work on the investment analysis project has been completed, and now only some finishing touches are left. She is not that busy during this period.

“A breath of fresh air.”

"Can't you go out, or walk a few more steps to the balcony?"

“Sitting has the same effect.”

"Slacker."

Song Yao curled her lips in disdain, carried the dishes into the kitchen, and came over in slippers to comb Xu Qingzhou's hair. He had just had his hair cut yesterday, and his short hair felt numb when it was tied in his palm, and it was most comfortable to comb his hair at this time.

Xu Qingzhou squinted his eyes, enjoying it quite a bit. He rubbed Ermao's head, and Song Yao rubbed his head.

Song Yao and Xu Qingzhou talked about what happened this afternoon. "Professor Nick from the business school brought a friend to visit. He is from Castle Investments and wants to invite me to work there with an annual salary of 500 million."

"Five million? That's a lot of money."

"Looks like I don't have to worry."

The two chatted for a while, then Song Yao pulled her fingers out of Xu Qingzhou's hair and went to the kitchen to prepare cooking.

It is said that the height of the hairline is consistent with the height of academic achievement. The professors in the school do not have much hair. Many of them are even bald.

Fortunately, Xu Qingzhou currently has no signs of hair loss.

"What are you worried about?" Xu Qingzhou was puzzled. He closed the computer and did not give Er Miao a chance to jump and dance on the keyboard. He followed Song Yao into the kitchen.

in the kitchen.

"I'm worried that you'll become a bald man. If that happens, I'll really dislike you."

"No way."

Xu Qingzhou's face darkened.

Song Yao washed her hands, tied on her apron and prepared to show her skills.

Xu Qingzhou held a bitter melon and expressed some disdain: "This thing is so bitter."

"Isn't it bitter to buy it as a snack?"

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It seems to make some sense, and I am speechless.

Xu Qingzhou washed the pot and filled it with water.

Song Yao also took out the pork belly, put it in the pot and blanched it, and continued: "Summer is coming, it's time to eat some bitter melon to reduce internal heat, especially for you."

"If I remember correctly, someone knocked me down the day before yesterday."

Xu Qingzhou helped Song Yao recall.

"Shut up, you."

Song Yao pushed Xu Qingzhou away with her butt and went to wash rice and cook.

Xu Qingzhou helped wash the vegetables and peel the garlic, and then he had nothing else to do.

Soon, the sound of cutting vegetables was heard in the kitchen.

Xu Qingzhou leaned against the door frame, looking at the girl's beautiful figure, and couldn't help but sigh.

Today, Schoolgirl Song is wearing slim-waist jeans, a white shirt on the upper body, and an apron tied around her slim waist, which highlights her figure even better. At the same time, her high ponytail swings along with the movement of cutting vegetables. She is very tempting.

Slice potatoes and cut into thin strips.

I don’t know if it’s because of her talent or because she got the true teachings from Wang Xiaping, but in terms of knife skills, Song Yao has already left Xu Qingzhou far behind.

Song Yao also noticed Xu Qingzhou, who was like a door god. After cutting the potato shreds, she began to chase him away: "You are standing here doing nothing. Get out."

This person's eyes looked strange, and she suspected there was something wrong.

"You misunderstood me." Xu Qingzhou looked at Song Yao's eyes, as if he was guarding against a thief. As he walked out, he showed a heartbroken expression, as if he could do something in the kitchen.

Although he really thought about it.

Although we are all at home, I always feel that changing places will give me a different experience.

"Ah."

Song Yao didn't believe what this guy said. She had already seen through the old pervert.

Er Miao squatted at the kitchen door again, looking eagerly through the glass door. For Er Miao, the kitchen was also a place he longed for. He always wanted to sneak in when the two-legged animals were not paying attention.

For example, I used to like going to the bedroom and even learned how to pull the door handle. But after going there several times in a row, I lost interest in the bedroom.

Unfortunately, the kitchen door handle is quite heavy, and I can only say that I can’t overcome it even with all my strength.

Xu Qingzhou carried Er Miao to the sofa, turned on the TV and changed several channels in succession, but there was nothing good to watch. Finally, he turned out the "Friends" which was a good show to watch while eating.

After a while, you can hear the sound of cooking in the kitchen.

“Tsk, tsk, smells good!”

"handwashing!"

"I just washed it." The young man who was watching TV just now had already gone into the kitchen and stuffed a piece of twice-cooked pork into his mouth.

Song Yao was somewhat helpless, paused, and reminded: "You have to practice your cooking skills, otherwise how can you live on money in the future."

"At least I have inherited 30% of my mother's true teachings."

Xu Qingzhou defended his cooking skills. He vaguely remembered that it was he who despised Song Yao's cooking skills a few years ago. Things have changed.

"Don't bother me while I'm cooking."

"Row."

But before leaving, Xu Qingzhou couldn't help but pinch the girl's butt.

"Xu Qingzhou!"

Someone just ran away.

After 10 minutes.

Song Yao wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen, looking at the young man staring at the TV. Xu Qingzhou had learned his lesson, and probably pretended not to see, so that his gaze had lost its deterrent effect.

She said, "I'll count to three."

Xu Qingzhou walked over obediently and was beaten up by Song Yao.

The setting sun hung in the sky, and orange light poured down from the southwest, dyeing the banks of the Charles River the same orange.

Xu Qingzhou was picking at his food when he thought of something else. He said, "When the project is finished, I want to treat the members of the research team to a meal."

He felt a little ashamed when talking about this. Other research groups would at least celebrate occasionally, but they seemed to be always busy.

The current results of the experiment are inseparable from the efforts of Carson and others.

"Chinese food?"

Song Yao was holding a bowl of seaweed soup. She had finished it. To be precise, she had scooped half of the bowl for Xu Qingzhou.

Now that I have some free time, the weight loss plan that I had been thinking about is back on the agenda, especially white rice.

Xu Qingzhou nodded and said, "Yes, please let them try Sichuan cuisine. The Sichuan restaurants here are not authentic."

Sichuan cuisine would taste different in Kyoto, not to mention in the United States across the Pacific Ocean. He had once gone there with a friend to eat there, and it wasn't as delicious as his.

"Well, I'll be well prepared then."

Song Yao nodded. As the hostess, she was already thinking about what dishes she could cook for the party. She used to hate cooking fumes, but now she feels a sense of accomplishment when she makes delicious food.

After dinner, Xu Qingzhou cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Song Yao stepped on slippers to wash her feet so that she wouldn't smell when she played with that guy.
(End of this chapter)