Assistant Lin Has Something To Say

    From the moment the meal was set, Lin Hui was struggling with a question: should he bring a gift to He Jianshan's house for the first time? What to bring? He scoured Baidu and couldn't find a suitable answer, and finally decided to ask a familiar friend for help off-site.

    The first person Lin Hui consulted was Luo Ting. When he pretended to tell Luo Ting the whole thing calmly and asked him what gift to bring, Luo Ting said clearly: "Go back, don't pretend, I can feel your excitement through the phone. Just laugh."

    Lin Hui: "…"

    Lin Hui said indifferently: "There is a third way, enter the game."

    Luo Ting hates iron not turning into steel: "Hey - haven't you heard a sentence, you can't get a tiger if you don't enter the tiger's den!"

    "Can you be a little more serious?"

    The two were poor for a while, and Luo Ting's suggestion was to bring a bottle of red wine: it is safe and there will be no mistakes. But He Jianshan is a person who knows wine very well. He may have drank more red wine than Lin Hui has eaten. Besides, the expensive Lin Hui can't afford it, and the cheap one is really hard to get. Suitable.

    Lin Hui turned his attention to Annie again. Annie's aesthetics have always been very good, and she has always considered things comprehensively. She has always been in charge of the company's large and small event arrangements. Lin Hui concealed key information and sent a WeChat message to ask Annie what to bring to dinner at a friend's house. Annie replied that she could send a painting to her friends to hang at home. Every time she saw it, she would think of the person who sent it. If necessary, she could recommend a gallery. It sounds good, but Lin Hui feels that painting is a test of taste, not to mention that people like He Jianshan must have well-matched decoration and furniture in their homes. Style is also an issue.

    Two trusted friends were unable to give good advice, Lin Hui looked at the WeChat list, wondering who to ask next. Just as Zhao Xiaoxiao came over to ask him to sign, Lin Hui said casually, "Xiaoxiao, I want to ask you something, I'm going to a friend's house for dinner this weekend, because it's the first time I'm going to his house and I want to bring a gift, what do you think? it is good?"

    Zhao Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then thought about it for a few minutes, and said, "Flowers. Flowers or potted plants are fine."

    "Flower? Is it suitable?"

     "That's right, Assistant Lin, the flowers are beautiful and easy to take care of, your friend will feel better when they receive it." Zhao Xiaoxiao took out her phone and swiped the screen a few times, then showed it to Lin to look back, " Look at Lin Zhu, these are the flowers that my mother bought last week, and they even look good at home, even a rude man like my dad!"

    In the picture is a bunch of sunflowers, trimmed and placed in a ceramic vase, the white bottle lining the yellow petals bright and warm. Lin Hui looked at the building block flowers next to the computer. He Jianshan assembled the flowers for him and put them on his desk. Now he sent a bouquet of flowers back, which was considered a gift. And by coincidence, he searched and found that the flower language of sunflowers is "silent love", Lin recalled: it suits me so well—

    No need to say anything, as long as it can bloom in He Jianshan's heart for a short time, it is enough.

    Saturday evening, Lin Hui brought carefully selected sunflowers to He Jianshan's home. He Jianshan lives in Jade Yunshan, a well-known high-end community in Jinghua City. He Jianshan is at 5A, Building 8. Although Lin Hui had never been there, but on several business trips, the driver always picked him up first and then went to Jade Cloud Mountain to pick up He Jianshan, so Lin Hui knew exactly where his home was, and even He Jianshan didn't even think of it. Tell him the address, of course, that Lin Hui must know.

    The two made an appointment at 6:00, and Lin Hui left home at 5:10. When driving, he was very calm, even when he received a phone call from Luo Ting called condolences, which was a joke, and he was also able to talk and laugh freely. When he parked the car at the destination, Lin Hui brought the flower closer and closer to He Jianshan, but his heart began to get nervous inexplicably. He has been rehearsing in his mind what to say when opening the door, which is more natural, but suddenly regretted not bringing a bottle of wine. It always felt strange to send flowers alone, but he picked each sunflower by himself, and he was still instructing the store in the end. Tie up with red ribbon. After some wild thoughts, he finally stood at the door of 5A, Lin Hui took a deep breath, and just raised his hand, the door opened—

    He Jianshan was wearing a dark gray T-shirt on his upper body and sports trousers on his lower body. His hair was a little messy, and there was a little stubble on his chin. But it was the home that Lin Hui imagined. He suddenly laughed out loud, and the whole person relaxed, then raised the flower and sent it to He Jianshan: "I brought you a bunch of flowers."

    When He Jianshan took the sunflowers to wake up, Lin Hui was visiting his home. As he watched it, he found it really interesting: when he was bored, he had wondered what He Jianshan's home would look like and what style would suit him; now that he really came to see it, he found that it was almost the same as what he had guessed.

    After He Jianshan finished processing the flowers, he walked over from the balcony and wiped his hands. When he saw that Lin Hui was smiling all the time, he asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

    Lin thought about it for a while, and said seriously: "It's nothing, I just think your home is similar to what I imagined."

    He Jianshan knew very well: "I have always been very boring. Not long after I took over the company for the decoration meeting, I was quite busy, so I asked the designer to come up with several plans, and I picked one that was pleasing to the eye. of."

    "I mean, this style is the kind of feeling I like." After Lin Hui felt a little strange, he quickly added, "If I had money, I would decorate it like this."

    He Jianshan laughed: "Come and help me, let's cook some soup, and we can have dinner."

    "Oh, alright." Lin Hui rolled up his sleeves very naturally, and saw that He Jianshan even had his apron ready, and muttered, "Are you ready for me to help? what?"

    "Who made you come just right." He Jianshan joked.

    The vegetable was steaming on the pot, He Jianshan began to cut the yam, Lin Hui took a bowl filled with water and handed it to him, and then he took the green vegetables and washed them in the sink. He Jianshan's kitchen is very big. Even with a row of bowls on the countertop, it looks well-organized. The two of them do their own thing, obviously it is the first time to cook together, but it seems that they have practiced countless times in private, and they are tacit and natural.

    After a while, dinner will start. He Jianshan made four dishes and one soup: beef with tomato, steamed grouper, spicy crab, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, green vegetable tofu soup, and two cold vegetables. Because it was too rich, Lin Hui was stunned when he saw it: "Can we finish it?"

    He Jianshan poured red wine on Lin Hui and said with a smile, "Eat while drinking, and Lao Zhao will send you back in the evening, don't worry."

    Lin Hui pointed at the spicy crab and asked, "Why do you still make this if you can't eat spicy food?"

    "The bread crab just delivered in the morning, I think the meat is good, don't you like spicy food, so I made this."

    Lin Huiqi said: "How can you do it?"

    "There are many recipes on the Internet, just follow them, it's not difficult."

    Lin Hui was speechless: Okay, this is probably talent, smart people can do everything quickly.

    This meal lasted for more than two hours. They spend most of their time chatting, talking about everything, everywhere, news and gossip, their own affairs, and other people's affairs. Basically, Lin Hui was talking about it. He even put down his chopsticks when he was on the rise, and he had to add gestures to enjoy it. He Jianshan kept smiling at him, and sometimes added when Lin Hui stopped. If he wanted to say something, or if Lin Hui asked, he would answer whatever. He seemed to prefer listening to Lin Hui talk than chatting.

    Maybe it was because of drinking a little wine, Lin Hui felt a little high, and felt very strange.

    In this dinner, he is the only protagonist. He deeply felt that He Jianshan's eyes were always around him, and all his attention was on him, which made Lin Hui excited. They jumped out of the reinforced concrete frame of Wanzhu and briefly abandoned the relationship between superiors and subordinates, as if they became two people who had just met for a while. .

    Lin recalled, it turns out that two people can really eat for a long time.

    The author has something to say:

    The night is not over, it will continue tomorrow. (not doi!)