Chapter 1240: Meat and female characters conquer the dark night emperor 36

Chapter 1240: Meat and female characters conquer the dark night emperor 36

Immersed in his work, Shu Ange looked up at Ren Qixian after hearing the system upgrade.

He sat in front of the office intently, as if all his attention was on the contract in hand.

Is this considered arrogant, obviously thinking of her, but on the surface, she is calm, showing a business-like attitude.

The clock pointed to 12 o'clock, and it was time to eat. Shu Ange's thoughts were completely immersed in the sea of ​​pictures and tables. Not to mention eating, I don't even have time to drink a glass of water.

Ren Qixian closed the planning book in his hand, got up and walked towards Shu Ange.

She stared at the screen intently, Ren Qixian's slender fingers tapped twice on the pure black marble tabletop.

"What's the matter? I'm busy."

Shu Ange stared at the screen and asked without raising his head.

"It's time to eat."

"Mr. Ren, let's eat first, I'll eat after I finish the report."

Shu Ange's fingers fluttered, and the keyboard crackled as she pressed it.

Ren Qixian reached out and held her wrist, with a tough attitude: "It's time to eat, and then work after eating."

The wrist was pulled, and Shu Ange looked anxious: "But it's too late, Mr. Ren, you—"

"Now go to dinner, and I will make a report with you after eating."

The keyboard sound came to an abrupt end, Shu Ange looked away from the screen and looked at Ren Qixian with a smile: "Okay, let's have dinner now, what do you want to eat first, do you need me to buy it from takeout and bring it back?"

"Eat at the staff cafeteria."

"Well, Mr. Ren is going to the staff restaurant. The staff will be shocked when they see you being so down-to-earth."

Xianyuan Network Company has a lot of money, and the staff restaurant has a beautiful environment. It adopts a buffet style and provides local specialties. The only requirement is that it is not allowed to waste or take out.

Because the chefs are so skilled, most of the employees choose to solve three meals a day in the employee restaurant during the working day.

The restaurant is on the 50th floor and is divided into several halls, each of which provides different flavors of food.

The elevator door stopped on the 50th floor, and the moment the door opened, the tempting scent poured into Shu Ange's nose. She was tired and thirsty after working hard all morning. The scent of the food made her feel refreshed.

"What does Mr. Ren want to eat?"

"What do you like to eat?"

"Ah, now, I want to eat Sichuan food, the spicier the better!"

When you are busy and overwhelmed, eating spicy food is the most enjoyable. Spicy is refreshing and refreshing.

"Sichuan cuisine?"

Ren Qixian's expression was a little suspicious.

"Isn't it good? What does Mr. Ren want to eat?"

"Just Sichuan cuisine."

Ren Qixian responded lightly and walked towards the Sichuan Restaurant.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Ren."

It was meal time, and the employees of each building walked into different dining halls like a tide.

"Mr. Ren is good."

Suddenly seeing Ren Qixian in the staff restaurant, everyone was surprised at first, and then politely said hello.

"Hello everyone, have a nice meal."

Ren Qixian put on a poker face and said words of blessing, which greatly reduced the effect of blessing, and Shu Ange snickered to himself.

When there were the most people, at the table where Shu Ange and Ren Qixian were sitting, no employee came to share the table.

Not only that, the number of people dining in the Sichuan restaurant is much less than in the past.

It seems that after work, the president is like the dean of the school. Even if he doesn't speak, as long as he is in the same space, it makes people nervous.

"What kind of food do you want? I'm going to line up to get some food."

"I'll take it myself."

Shu Ange burst out laughing, lowered his voice and leaned closer to Ren Qixian: "Mr. Ren, you can sit down. If you go to cook the vegetables yourself. If you eat chili, I'm afraid you won't be able to taste it."

Ren Qixian looked around, and finally chose to let Shu Ange cook the dishes.

"Are there any taboos?"

Shu Ange consulted earnestly, Ren Qixian hesitated, shook his head and said, "There is nothing taboo."

"Okay, then I'll go get something to eat now."

After Shu Ange arrived at the window, after making a selection, he asked the chef to help him prepare a few dishes and two more rice.

Perhaps because of the president's halo, the master cooked Shu Ange a lot more than usual today.

Considering that two people were having dinner together today, Shu Ange did not reject the master's kindness.

After carefully placing the plate on the table, Shu Ange said cheerfully, "Wait a minute, I'll go get some soup and fruit after dinner."

After she turned around, Ren Qixian looked at the red and bright peppers and frowned unconsciously.

He has no taboos on food, but because he grew up in the Jiangnan area since he was a child, the taste is light.

The spicy Sichuan food is really not to his taste.

But... Ren Qixian remembered how excited Shu Ange was when he mentioned eating Sichuan food, but he couldn't bear to disappoint her.

"The soup is here, and so is the fruit after the meal. Please use it slowly, President."

In public places, Shu Ange behaved very respectfully in front of Ren Qixian.

"Let's eat together."

Ren Qixian put the chopsticks and rice in front of Shu Ange and looked at it. She thanked her happily and said, "Okay, let's start. President Ren can also take this opportunity to taste the chef's craftsmanship."

She ordered several dishes, including boiled fish, mapo tofu, steamed pork ribs with Sichuan-flavored noodles, and red and colorful hairy blood.

At first glance, the red one is full of peppers.

Ren Qixian picked up his chopsticks, and after struggling in his heart, he took a piece of spare ribs and put it into the bowl.

Shu Ange drank the ice-sugar Sydney soup that clears heat and reduces fire, and ate boiled fish happily, her cherry-like mouth turned red.

"It's still comfortable to eat spicy food, Mr. Ren, try the boiled fish, it's very authentic and delicious."

"Oh."

Ren Qixian said a word, and watched Shu Ange enthusiastically bring him a few pieces of red fish meat.

After a psychological struggle, he ate the hot fish fillet, accidentally choked on the chili pepper while swallowing, and turned his face away and coughed violently.

Choking on chili peppers is definitely not a good taste. Ren Qixian coughed so badly that most of the people in the restaurant turned their attention.

Shu Ange hurriedly picked up the water glass, walked to Ren Qixian's side, and handed him the water while patting his back: "Mr. Ren, are you alright? Drink water quickly."

Ren Qixian took the water glass and drank it, only then did his throat feel much better.

After he stopped coughing at all, Shu Ange poured him another glass of water: "Mr. Ren doesn't usually eat spicy food. If you had said it earlier, we would be Hangbang cuisine today."

"It's okay, let's continue eating."

Ren Qixian coughed too hard just now, his cheeks flushed red, and a layer of water vapor was wrapped in his jet-black eyes.

Shu Ange changed the position of the dishes, and put the steamed pork ribs and the black chicken soup in front of Ren Qixian: "President Ren, eat this."

After the meal, Shu Ange sent the plate to the recycling place, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and asked eagerly, "Mr. Ren, shall we go upstairs and continue working?"