Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

"?"

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's question, Fu Rong suddenly had a bad feeling.

"No...you don't mean you want me to cook for you, do you?"

Fu Rong silently swallowed.

"Let me tell you, I swore after I left Biyou Village that I would cook you a meal again... I'm a little dog."

Gulu~

Zhou Fengliu listened to Fu Rong's words but didn't take them to heart. He just silently touched his stomach.

He was so focused on putting pressure on Qiu Zhen at the restaurant that he didn't eat much.

Seeing Zhou Fengliu's actions, Fu Rong felt that Zhou Fengliu seemed to be really hungry.

She pursed her lips, a hesitant expression appearing on her face, which then turned into helplessness.

"I'm really fed up with you. Come with me... I'll make you one last meal! Just the last one."

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P.S.: As usual, I'm asking for anything. Some dialogue in chapter 328 has been revised. The part where the protagonist mentions the West Factory was a bit awkward, so I removed it...

Dear godfathers, please give me some money, school starts today~ Waaaaah.

Chapter 332 Zhou Fengliu: Was it intentional or accidental? (First Update)

Fu Rong mentally retaliated.

She felt that Zhou Fengliu was, after all, her future boss. If she offended him over a meal, he might make things difficult for her in the future.

She didn't want to be threatened by Zhou Fengliu over a meal, to be told what to say:

"Ms. Fu Rong, you don't want to lose your job because of a meal, do you?"

For this job...

It was also out of gratitude that the company helped her pay off her debts that she felt it was okay to break her vow for a day.

...

"?"

Hearing Fu Rong's proactive attitude, Zhou Fengliu raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

He asked Fu Rong if she had eaten, purely out of no ulterior motive; it was just a casual question. He didn't expect Fu Rong to connect that one sentence to the idea of ​​cooking...

Forget it.

Since Fu Rong has already agreed, let's try her cooking again.

Zhou Fengliu didn't explain anything and followed Fu Rong into the headquarters building of Na Du Tong.

It's clear that Fu Rong is very familiar with the headquarters building.

A short while later, she led Zhou Fengliu through the back door and into the company cafeteria kitchen.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm here to borrow the kitchen again," Fu Rong said, looking at the bald old man in the kitchen.

"Fu Rong?" Grandpa Zhang, who was sitting by the back door smoking a traditional cigarette, asked in surprise upon seeing Fu Rong's arrival.

"Didn't you just finish cooking dinner? Why are you here again?"

"Ah, isn't there someone who hasn't eaten? I'll cook them a little something extra."

Fu Rong took out a pair of arm sleeves from a cabinet on the side and put them on, speaking as she did so.

Since she was recruited by the company and trained at headquarters, she was unfamiliar with other departments, but she knew the cafeteria kitchen very well.

As for why she was able to use the headquarters cafeteria so freely, it was because many people in the company liked her cooking, including the cafeteria's original chef, Uncle Zhang.

This gave her the privilege of sneaking into the company cafeteria even though she was in training.

"Oh?"

Grandpa Zhang took a puff of his cigarette, then glanced up and down at Zhou Fengliu, who had come with Fu Rong.

He felt that the young man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

...

Once inside the kitchen, Fu Rong seemed to have found her own little world, moving around the kitchen quickly and efficiently to find ingredients.

Zhou Fengliu found a stool in the kitchen and sat down quietly, waiting for Fu Rong to prepare something for him to eat.

"Rongza, no need to go to so much trouble, just make something simple, I'm not picky about food."

Zhou Fengliu sat on the stool and looked at Fu Rong as she busied herself, then spoke.

"Um..."

Fu Rong responded.

She took a bag of flour from a cabinet on the side, intending to make a bowl of noodles for Zhou Fengliu.

Seeing her skillfully add some salt to the dough, she then added the fountain of life.

With the help of chopsticks, the flour and water are fully combined and form clumps.

Feeling that it was about time, Fu Rong washed her hands and began kneading the dough, turning the lumps into a smooth ball.

...

Under the kitchen lights, Chef Rong's hardworking figure was truly touching, making one exclaim, "This young cook is really capable!"

As Zhou Fengliu watched Fu Rong busy in the kitchen, he suddenly realized that perhaps what Hua Nan needed more was Fu Rong than Zhuge Qing.

after all...

None of him, Zhang Lingyu, Chen Duo, or even the soon-to-be-former Tao Tao, knew how to cook. It was only with Fu Rong forming the head of the kitchen that this South China team was complete.

...

Just as Zhou Feng was feeling sentimental, the dough in Fu Rong's hand had somehow turned into wide noodles. As the water in the pot gradually boiled, Fu Rong put the wide noodles into the water.

While cooking the noodles, Chef Rong, who fully implements time management, was also preparing the broth.

Looking at the bottle of chili powder in her hand, Fu Rong hesitated for a moment.

She glanced in Zhou Fengliu's direction, but before she could ask him if he could eat spicy food, her hand trembled and she "accidentally" spilled half a can of chili powder into the bowl.

Hey.

Did you sprinkle too much?

Never mind, he should be able to handle spicy food pretty well.

Fu Rong glanced at the base of the sauce in the small bowl, but then didn't pour out the chili powder.

Two and a half minutes later, the wide noodles in the pot were cooked and Fu Rong scooped them into a large bowl.

She covered the top with the sauce from the small bowl, but that wasn't all; she then poured a spoonful of rapeseed oil over the sauce.

stab-

The scalding hot rapeseed oil was poured over the noodles, colliding fully with the chili powder and Sichuan peppercorn powder on the noodles, bringing out the aroma of the chili.

The large bowl of oil-splashed noodles is ready.

Fu Rong placed the large bowl of oil-splashed noodles in front of Zhou Fengliu, then said with a slightly guilty expression:

"Eat."

"?"

Looking at the large bowl of oil-splashed noodles in front of him, Zhou Fengliu couldn't help but think of something.

Look at these noodles, they're not only long, but also wide; and this bowl is not only big, but also so round...

Could this be the legendary big bowl and wide noodles?

"Eat quickly, it'll get cold if you keep looking at it."

Seeing that Zhou Fengliu wasn't eating, Fu Rong urged him to eat.

"Hmm..." Zhou Fengliu nodded, then picked up a pair of chopsticks and stirred the oil-splashed noodles evenly.

Seeing him slurp up a mouthful of noodles, the chili powder and Sichuan peppercorn powder, infused with the aroma of hot oil, combined to give Zhou Fengliu a fiery sensation on his tongue.

Damn it.

This side...

Zhou Fengliu only took one bite before feeling a tightening in his anus.

Chili peppers can be spicy at both ends, if you're not careful.

Although he can handle spicy food, he always orders hot pot broth that is medium spicy or hotter.

But the spiciness of hot pot is different from the chili peppers in Fu Rong's noodles, and besides, hot pot also has dipping sauces like oil and sesame paste...

...

"Rongza, have you tried this chili pepper?" Zhou Fengliu asked Fu Rong.