Ling Yin nodded, but stood up: "Hungry? Have so fruit to fill up, I’ll make two steaks."
Hua Hua was at a loss whether to cry or laugh. Was he here as a guest?
Looks more like he was here to work.
Should he get the world’s best employer award?
Ling Yin seed to notice his expression and calmly said, "It’s almost noon, and with the rain this heavy, I won’t take you out to eat at a restaurant. Making two steaks at ho is quite inadequate for hospitality, so just bear with it, okay?"
Hua Hua quickly said, "No need to bear with it, no need."
Ling Yin chuckled and went to the kitchen. Hua Hua indeed felt unwell, and unknowingly fell asleep on the sofa. When Ling Yin ca out with the steaks, he saw Hua Hua’s thin body curled up on the couch, sound asleep, like a big boy, clean and charming.
Ling Yin was in a daze for a mont, contemplating whether to move him to the bedroom to sleep, which might wake him up, but staying there he would catch more cold. Decisively, Ling Yin went upstairs, fetched a blanket, and covered Hua Hua with it.
"Boss Ling," more than an hour later, the assistant, who was cursed by Boss Ling to be getting an IV in the hospital, called: "You have a eting at half-past one this afternoon."
"And then?" Ling Yin looked at Hua Hua, who frowned slightly in his sleep, apparently disturbed by the phone ringtone.
The assistant was taken aback, suddenly feeling his call was inappropriate. Boss Ling’s voice carried so annoyance. Was he being oversensitive?
The assistant thought for a second, then imdiately said, "Um, nothing else. I was just calling to remind you, so you don’t forget."
Ling Yin frowned a bit. Since when did he give off the impression of having a poor mory?
"I have sothing in the afternoon; find soone to attend in my place." Ling Yin watched as Hua Hua groggily sat up, decisively hung up: "That’s it, hanging up." Then directly turned off the phone.
Hua Hua sat up, spaced out for a while, glanced around, seemingly unable to figure out where he was.
Ling Yin handed him a glass of water: "Awake?"
Hua Hua yawned, still dazed, rubbing his head: "How did I fall asleep?"
"Cold dicine usually contains a sleep-inducing component." The cold dicine he gave him before seed to have a rather strong sedative effect.
Ling Yin decisively ignored this problem.
"Oh." Hua Hua stretched his arms wide, still a bit sluggish, awkwardly saying: "Sorry, I fell asleep."
Ling Yin brought over a small plate of fresh sour plums: "Have one to wake your mind."
Hua Hua raised an eyebrow: "Is it very sour?"
"Not sour, very sweet."
So he felt reassured.
As a result, Hua Hua almost jumped up from the sourness.
Ling Yin: "..."
The girl at the fruit shop really told him the sour plums were extra sweet this ti.
Hua Hua internally: It indeed clears the mind well.
Ling Yin tasted it himself, shivered from the sourness.
He burst out laughing, decisively avoiding the sour plum: "Go wash your face, the steak is still hot, I’ll bring it out."
With a secret wish to escape this awkward situation, he vowed never to trust the fruit shop girl again. How could today’s young girls be so dishonest?
...
"I slept for two hours, huh." Hua Hua looked at the ti, put his phone back on the dining table, elegantly cutting his steak: "Brother Ling, your cooking is not bad at all. In skill, it rivals the top chef at my elder brother’s place."
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