Fernwood Entertainnt, CEO’s Office.
There was a eting in the afternoon, and the assistant was instructed to co to the office to bring a docunt of Pedro Langley to the eting room.
When she found the docunt, her hand accidentally touched the mouse, and the computer screen, which was originally not turned off, suddenly lit up.
The assistant casually glanced at it, and was stunned when she saw the open docunt.
???
Her domineering, handso and decisive CEO, ahhhhh!
Ten minutes later, in the company’s internal gossip group—
[^_^]: The boss is definitely a henpecked husband, no doubt.
[???]
[More intel again?]
[After four months, finally sensing the gossip vibe of the mysterious CEO’s wife again! Spill it, spill it!]
[Quick, quick, quick, kneeling for the follow-up of the Queen and CEO puppy.]
[^_^]: I swear...
[^_^]: I really didn’t do it on purpose.
[^_^]: It was just an accidental touch of the mouse, and it popped out on its own.
[Why don’t you just say it!]
[The boss set his wife’s photo as the computer desktop, the true face of the CEO’s wife exposed?]
[^_^]: The boss is writing a self-critique.
"..."
The group instantly fell into dead silence.
[^_^]: I didn’t dare to look closely, just saw the docunt title and word count. The wife’s critique, thirty thousand words. Seems like it’s not finished yet.
[^_^]: My poor boss.
[^_^]: In the morning, I thought he canceled his schedule to be busy with sothing in the office...
[Madam V5.]
[Is it still ti for to please the boss’s wife?]
[I’ll go polish the wife’s shoes.]
[The boss, such a commanding figure, I heard he was always top-notch in school, probably never had the experience of writing a self-critique, and yet falling in love requires one? Thirty thousand words and not done, the wife is too ruthless!]
[Pity my poor boss.]
[Pity my poor boss. 1 Wanna help the boss write the critique.]
[Pity my poor boss. 2 Reminds of the horror of being dominated by writing critiques.]
...
[What a creative mind the wife has, to make the boss write a self-critique. So wicked, too wicked.]
[What mistake did the boss make to be punished with writing a critique? I’ll write! Can’t I help write it!]
[Imagining the handso boss sitting in the office with a troubled look writing a critique, emmmm... sorry, I laughed and fell under the table.]
[I went, this morning I delivered a new batch of artist materials to his office, saw him busy typing, thought he had sothing important, didn’t dare to delay him for even a minute and hurried away. Turns out he was writing a critique? Give back my boss’s dominating image!!!]
[Upstairs, don’t be infatuated, your boss is just a little milk dog.]
[Upstairs, don’t be infatuated, your boss is just a little milk dog. 1 To the queen, the CEO never had any dominion.]
[Upstairs, don’t be infatuated, your boss is just a little milk dog. 2]
...
[Let quietly ask, isn’t Mr. Langley single, when did he get hitched?]
[The one upstairs is new, right? Co on, let’s private chat... I have saved chat records just for this.]
...
Another day.
The atmosphere in the gossip group is lively and joyful.
*
Nora Scott looks silently at a pile of barbecue in front of her.
Then, she raises her eyelids and stares at her classmate Henry Chapman who stands opposite.
She sighs, "I just wanted so tofu pudding."
Henry’s shop has been renovated and has begun the nu developnt phase. Benjamin Durant and Humphrey Jennings co to the shop whenever they have ti, guiding the chef hired by Henry, striving to make the chef’s skills approach that of Humphrey Jennings, and the flavors pass Benjamin Durant’s test.
This morning, Humphrey Jennings ssaged Nora Scott, saying if she wanted tofu pudding, she could co to the barbecue shop, as he had been prepared lately.
Since Nora Scott had no plans in the afternoon, and it had been a while since she had tofu pudding, she decided to co by.
The result, to greet her—
Besides Humphrey Jennings’ tofu pudding, there was also a pile of barbecue from Henry Chapman.
"Try it too."
Henry Chapman says with a poker face.
Benjamin Durant is picky with his mouth, eyes, and nose. The barbecue made by the chef, if the presentation fails, it’s eliminated, if the sll is off, it’s eliminated. Only after passing these two hurdles, does he cautiously try a bite, and even then, nine tis out of ten, a whole plate would still be eliminated.
Throughout the day, many ingredients are wasted and are given away for free to the surrounding shops.
Chefs taste it, Henry Chapman tastes it, Benjamin Durant and Humphrey Jennings all taste it, and now seeing the barbecue makes them dizzy. Now that soone like Nora Scott, who hasn’t been "poisoned," arrives, naturally, they won’t let her off.
No way out.
Picking up a skewer of beef fat, Nora Scott brings it to her nose for a sniff, feels it’s not too greasy, and then puts it in her mouth.
"How is it?" Henry Chapman asks.
"It’s not made by Jennings, is it?"
"No."
Nora Scott comnts, "Then it’s okay."
If it were made by Humphrey Jennings, this taste would barely pass. But since soone else made it, the chef must have so skills, at least ten years of experience.
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