Chapter 690: Don I t Eat My Pickled Vegetables
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The atmosphere in the canteen was vibrant today, as the chef introduced a selection of new, fresh, and exceptionally delicious dishes. The flavours resonated with many, stirring a nostalgic sense of hometown among the diners.
A standout dish among them was the braised pork with pickled vegetables. The pickled vegetables infused the pork belly with a rich and satisfying flavour, leaving a lasting impression. As individuals savoured their meals, one diner was moved to tears by the poignant experience.
At his designated table, Zhou Hengguang observed the scene as Ji Fang took the food for him. His attention heightened when he noticed pickled vegetables in others’ lunch boxes. A cold gaze shot from behind his glasses, nearly causing Ji Fang, carrying a tray, to stumble.
Concerned, someone asked, ‘What’s wrong with the deputy director?”
Zhou Hengguang, with a cold expression, gestured at his braised pork with pickled vegetables and then pointed at others’ lunchboxes. “Why are they the same?”
Ji Fang, wide-eyed and confused, stammered, “It’s the same as the chef’s!”
Zhou Hengguang, still cold-faced, clarified, “Where did the pickled vegetables come from? Didn’t I mention using the local specialities I brought back for lunch today?” He smiled leisurely, adding, “It’s mine. It’s my lunch, Zhou Hengguang’s. Only my lunch.”
This unexpected outburst surprised Ji Fang, who had never seen the composed deputy director so angry. Trembling, Ji Fang explained, “I noticed you never eat these pickled vegetables, so I asked the chef to cook them.”
Zhou Hengguang, known for his preference for fresh vegetables, questioned Ji Fang’s decision to allow their chef to use pickled vegetables.
“Ji Fang, you’re in trouble,” Zhou Hengguang declared, his anger palpable. Zhou Hengyang once kept a close eye on him, helping him control his fiery temper.
Since then, Zhou Hengguang started wearing glasses, transforming into the refined and gentle Zhou Hengguang they see today. However, it doesn’t truly represent a good temper.
Despite his usual calm demeanour, Zhou Hengguang’s temper flared, and he struggled to contain it. The thought of Su Qing’s local speciality, pickled vegetables, being cooked for someone stirred anger within him.
Suddenly standing up, Zhou Hengguang’s intense gaze fixed on Ji Fang, who felt paralyzed by fear. The cafeteria, now empty, became the stage for a confrontation.
A clear voice resonated, “Hengguang.” Someone hugged Zhou Hengguang from behind, urging him to control himself. The familiar voice brought a sense of security, and the raging emotions within Zhou Hengguang gradually subsided.
“Big brother is here. If there’s anything, tell me,” Zhou Hengyang’s deep voice reassured, gentle and patient, like comforting a younger sibling.
The arrival of this stabilizing influence allowed Zhou Hengguang to regain his composure.
Amidst the drama, Su Wen stood in shock, dropping her suitcase. Her eyes darted around, observing the unexpected spectacle. She marvelled at the charismatic display of two handsome men, inadvertently pondering the captivating dynamics between them.
Fortunately, they came back early, or she would have missed this entertaining show.
“Wait a minute! Su Wen, what are you thinking? One of them is your man,” she whispered.
“I’m fine.” Zhou Hengguang had reverted to his usual cultured and elegant self. He smiled, pushing away his elder brother and addressing Ji Fang, “Did I scare you? I was just joking with you. Don’t take it to heart.”
Ji Fang wiped off his cold sweat, thinking he wouldn’t believe his words.
He truly felt like he was dead just now.
“Have you eaten yet? Hurry and go. I’ll grant you half a day off in the afternoon,” Zhou Hengguang said, attempting to ease the tension.
Relieved, Ji Fang replied, “Okay, thank you..”
Chapter 690: Don I t Eat My Pickled Vegetables
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The atmosphere in the canteen was vibrant today, as the chef introduced a selection of new, fresh, and exceptionally delicious dishes. The flavours resonated with many, stirring a nostalgic sense of hometown among the diners.
A standout dish among them was the braised pork with pickled vegetables. The pickled vegetables infused the pork belly with a rich and satisfying flavour, leaving a lasting impression. As individuals savoured their meals, one diner was moved to tears by the poignant experience.
At his designated table, Zhou Hengguang observed the scene as Ji Fang took the food for him. His attention heightened when he noticed pickled vegetables in others’ lunch boxes. A cold gaze shot from behind his glasses, nearly causing Ji Fang, carrying a tray, to stumble.
Concerned, someone asked, ‘What’s wrong with the deputy director?”
Zhou Hengguang, with a cold expression, gestured at his braised pork with pickled vegetables and then pointed at others’ lunchboxes. “Why are they the same?”
Ji Fang, wide-eyed and confused, stammered, “It’s the same as the chef’s!”
Zhou Hengguang, still cold-faced, clarified, “Where did the pickled vegetables come from? Didn’t I mention using the local specialities I brought back for lunch today?” He smiled leisurely, adding, “It’s mine. It’s my lunch, Zhou Hengguang’s. Only my lunch.”
This unexpected outburst surprised Ji Fang, who had never seen the composed deputy director so angry. Trembling, Ji Fang explained, “I noticed you never eat these pickled vegetables, so I asked the chef to cook them.”
Zhou Hengguang, known for his preference for fresh vegetables, questioned Ji Fang’s decision to allow their chef to use pickled vegetables.
“Ji Fang, you’re in trouble,” Zhou Hengguang declared, his anger palpable. Zhou Hengyang once kept a close eye on him, helping him control his fiery temper.
Since then, Zhou Hengguang started wearing glasses, transforming into the refined and gentle Zhou Hengguang they see today. However, it doesn’t truly represent a good temper.
Despite his usual calm demeanour, Zhou Hengguang’s temper flared, and he struggled to contain it. The thought of Su Qing’s local speciality, pickled vegetables, being cooked for someone stirred anger within him.
Suddenly standing up, Zhou Hengguang’s intense gaze fixed on Ji Fang, who felt paralyzed by fear. The cafeteria, now empty, became the stage for a confrontation.
A clear voice resonated, “Hengguang.” Someone hugged Zhou Hengguang from behind, urging him to control himself. The familiar voice brought a sense of security, and the raging emotions within Zhou Hengguang gradually subsided.
“Big brother is here. If there’s anything, tell me,” Zhou Hengyang’s deep voice reassured, gentle and patient, like comforting a younger sibling.
The arrival of this stabilizing influence allowed Zhou Hengguang to regain his composure.
Amidst the drama, Su Wen stood in shock, dropping her suitcase. Her eyes darted around, observing the unexpected spectacle. She marvelled at the charismatic display of two handsome men, inadvertently pondering the captivating dynamics between them.
Fortunately, they came back early, or she would have missed this entertaining show.
“Wait a minute! Su Wen, what are you thinking? One of them is your man,” she whispered.
“I’m fine.” Zhou Hengguang had reverted to his usual cultured and elegant self. He smiled, pushing away his elder brother and addressing Ji Fang, “Did I scare you? I was just joking with you. Don’t take it to heart.”
Ji Fang wiped off his cold sweat, thinking he wouldn’t believe his words.
He truly felt like he was dead just now.
“Have you eaten yet? Hurry and go. I’ll grant you half a day off in the afternoon,” Zhou Hengguang said, attempting to ease the tension.
Relieved, Ji Fang replied, “Okay, thank you..”
