Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 124:

The food supplier delivered me the food for today’s housewarming party on time at ten in the morning. Because of the limited number of people, I spent more time on the dishes-mainly by paying more. After all, the person who cooks is not me.

Among them is a dish with caviar, cream and salmon stacked on the bottom of the biscuit. Due to its special shape, the delivery lady carefully reminded it. I opened it and found that they were cleverly fixed, but they were slightly larger, and they might not be able to finish a bite. Today, most of the guests were women, but Xiaoding was the only man.

Anning was the first to arrive, and came alone, not with anyone. I checked the time and it was less than eleven o’clock.

Turning on the computer, I changed the automatic sleep time of the screen, and let the page stay on the third-party information file, and then went downstairs to pick her up. Perhaps taking into account the presence of colleagues, An Ning dressed low-key today, but she can see that she is very careful.

I thought of Miss Pan De’s words again for no reason.

“I said hello before, and I thought you would bring a companion.” I put my hands in my pockets and tilted my head towards the lobby. “There are just so many people today, one or two are small bird stomachs. I ordered a lot of food, it doesn’t matter if you bring your boyfriend to help share the burden.”

She lowered her head and smiled: “Where am I from my boyfriend.”

“It’s okay for a girlfriend, what age is it.” I took her to register, An Ning just laughed, but didn’t answer this sentence.

Isn’t it straight? I frowned slightly, watching her write.

She has never done manicures, her nails are neatly manicured, and none of her hands have too short nails. In getting along with others outside of work and dealing with things, An Ning does not shy away from the same sex, but keeps a polite distance from male friends like most straight women.

One can’t think too much about it, otherwise Ji sees Ji, it is inevitable. At the moment, I understand why Miss Pande said yesterday that she didn’t believe Ji Da: There are all kinds of people in this world. She is too determined by stereotypes and her own specious judgments. When she learns the truth, it is easy to laugh and laugh.

Walking into the elevator, I said, “The food ordered is only coming soon. I may have to clean up for a while and I can’t entertain you.”

An Ning shook his head: “I came early. Didn’t disturb you?”

“Anywhere, you can come to the kitchen to beat me–” I opened the door and said before she could speak, “Don’t force me, ah, you are a guest when you come. Please come in.”

I took An Ning a brief tour of the layout and furnishings of the house. When she went to the living room window, she glanced at the computer parked on the coffee table without a trace, perhaps to confirm whether it was the model issued by the company.

I opened one eye and closed another, and led her to the other rooms. It can be seen that An Ning is not interested in why my second bedroom is so empty, and I am obviously different from ordinary people’s cloakroom scene, and only slightly mentioned her interest.

Anning is obviously absent-minded. In normal times, we can talk for a long time just by talking about the choice of wood materials for bed frames and wardrobes.

Regarding the choice of home furnishings and decorations, she kindly praised a few.

I decided to be a good friend.

An Ning and I carefully moved the caviar onto the table. I carefully arranged the plates one by one, and I said, “There is still a dish in it that needs to be grilled with a lighter, but I only have a direct-injection lighter here, which was delivered by today’s banquet food contracting company… Everything else seems to be fine. Do you want to help in the kitchen or play by yourself?”

She pondered for a moment: “Or I will sit in the living room for a while and ask where they are. You can’t make room for you. I can pick them up later when they arrive.”

I nodded: “This is better. You can tell the administrator then, we are all familiar, it shouldn’t matter. If he insists on the head of the household, you can call me.”

She seemed to be relieved, leaning on the kitchen aisle to watch me get busy, turned and went out.

I set a timer with my mobile phone. As soon as the reminder sounds, I move the lighter to the next food.

Take pictures in peace and feel more at ease.

I’m pretty sure she will save the data by taking photos. First, the executable program cannot be installed on the company’s computer, and the USB interface output is also hindered; second, if she dares to use my device to send the file…

Unless you lose your heart.

I don’t know how Kevin and her communicated, where they pointed, and how much information was given about me. But she and I are just trying to protect ourselves. Apart from this information, Anning probably doesn’t have the guts to touch things that shouldn’t be touched; even if she does, I will have my own way to clean up her.

My hand just moved mechanically, which felt extremely ironic at the moment.

When the food was done, I turned off the reminder to go out. An Ning is sitting by the window in the living room looking at her phone, with her back to my computer.

The computer screen is on. It is less than a minute since she moved the mouse last time.

I took two bottles of water out of the refrigerator, handed one to her, and twisted the other.

An Ning quietly moved her position while sitting back, trying to block the computer screen. But she sits and I stand, so where is the possibility of success in such an attempt?

I didn’t pay attention. I drank water slowly. I only screwed on the lid when I saw the screen dormant, and asked, “Where are they?”

“Quickly. Reuben seems to have bought an online celebrity ice cream that needs to be picked up. He has already got on the car by now.”

I nodded slowly. An Ning’s psychological quality was unexpectedly good, and she was given dozens of seconds to slow down, and she couldn’t see any panic right now.

But she definitely didn’t finish the filming. If the action is fast, An Ning may take about half of the shot, which is still not confirmed: I don’t have enough time for her.

Anxiety is slowly devouring her.

Do I have to drag other colleagues over here?

As time passed, I was like a crawling hunter, she was an anxious antelope.

Anning couldn’t sit still.

She stood up, pushed my shoulders, and the two slowly moved to the kitchen, unable to tell who was in control of whom. Peace is behind me, and my expression is all hidden, only the voice maintains a deliberate, high-frequency excitement: “I’m a little hungry, what do you have to eat? Secretly give me a piece.”

“This kind of shell is very delicious, but it should be very hot at the moment,” I touched my arm, pretending to think, “How about I get you a pair of chopsticks?”

An Ning looked around hastily, then turned his gaze back, looking hesitant.

I said again: “There are no snacks at home. There are only microwave foods in the freezer. You must not be used to it. There seem to be two packs of instant noodles — oh, yes! There is a box of sugar-free yogurt in the refrigerator.”

She looked at me with a little grievance, and suddenly said, “While they haven’t come yet, or else, you can cook me noodles.”

I froze for a moment.

Anning has never acted coquettishly with me, never.

“It’s the kind you made for me when you were in college. You seem to have specially added some special kimchi…” Her eyes were expectant, “It’s mainly because I didn’t eat breakfast today. Yesterday’s’that’ here we go again.”

I’m so naive.

She is definitely not a shy and a little bookish American student many years ago.

I suddenly realized it, and patted my forehead: “I’ll make you hot water. Don’t drink the bottle of ice. Let it go. Go out and sit! The noodles are ready for you.”

An Ning smiled like a little girl, pursed her mouth, and walked out quickly.

I lost my smile, and took out my phone to send a message to Xiaoding: “Come here.”

He immediately confirmed it over there.

Cold water was poured into the pot, I flipped the switch, and the noodle-cooking pot was placed on the gas stove. The kettle started to work, and the noise was always foggy, as if the boiler in the distance had dried up, and it seemed that there was something in disrepair that was about to fall apart.

I was in the kitchen, as Anning expected, not going out.

But Xiaoding has already started calling her. She wants to keep silent like this, keep taking pictures, keep being interrupted, until when will she struggle?

I really underestimated her.

When Xiao Ding entered the house, the ice cream’s outer packaging had been washed by rainstorms with ordinary water droplets, densely overlapping each other. I put the ice cream in the freezer for first aid. It didn’t rain today. Although it was cloudy, I asked him to take the other two colleagues around for so long. I’m afraid this ice cream won’t have a good color.

Flowers do not have a hundred days red.

After greeted them in a hurry, I poured out the hot water to dry, and then went back to the kitchen. A colleague politely wanted to help, but I declined.

There is already liquid boiling in the pot on the stove. The accuracy of judgment is always limited by sound alone. The rolling bubbles and the liquid that is about to fall into transpiration sound closer to the vicious bubbles and the inextricable mud than the water on which people depend for survival.

However, even if you retain all your perceptions, how can you know the truth if you don’t risk yourself?

People should never trust their own judgment.

They gathered together and whispered something, perhaps saying that Xiaoding didn’t recognize the way, and perhaps complaining about the separation of man and machine. I still cook noodles for Anning in the kitchen, adding cold water to the pot over and over again.

However, the fire lasts forever, and there is always time to open the water.

“That shell seems to be very delicious.” Suddenly, I heard An Ning say.

“What shells?” Xiaoding asked, and then reported several varieties in English. Everyone laughed again, these few people always have endless words when they stay together.

“If there are different kinds of shells, the difference in taste will be great.” Xiaoding’s tone sounds serious, but his Mandarin sentence is grammatically fragmented. Even I didn’t hold back a laugh, but immediately held back: I don’t want them to perceive my existence at this time.

An Ning laughed the happiest. She always joked about Xiao Ding’s BBC origin. The jokes were not too popular, and she was simple; Xiao Ding was also generous, and laughed with them without worrying about the details.

They argued for a few more words. The topic has gradually skipped from the taste of edible shellfish to Xiaoding’s accent. At this time, An Ning turned to the kitchen and said, “We will know if we go to the kitchen and we can’t argue for anything. Ah.”

I turned off the fire.

I really underestimated her.