C9

It was probably because he had lived for a year without any routine, so he was luckily late on the first day of work.

Standing outside Su Yuyang's house, Ling Chen held onto the wall and gasped for air, "Stunned? It's fine if you live on the tenth floor, but there's actually no elevator. Su Yuyang, are you self-torturing or self-torturing?"

If Ling Chen still had the strength to speak, he would definitely howl out the last sentence. Unfortunately, even his breathing felt painful.

"Yo, to be thirty minutes late on the first day of work, what a character!" These were the first words that Su Yuyang said after he opened the door. It was neither warm nor hot, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Ling Zhen gasped for breath, his eyes somewhat lifeless. He opened his mouth to explain, but Su Yuyang interrupted him, "Go and cook first."

Ling Zhen could hear the displeasure in Su Yuyang's words and he obediently shut his mouth.

Su Yuyang turned around and walked towards the room, but Ling Zhen was still standing blankly outside the door. Su Yuyang frowned. He impatiently grabbed Ling Chen's arm and dragged him into the house. Ling Zhen hadn't even had the chance to properly admire Su Yuyang's home before he was shoved into the kitchen by Su Yuyang.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Ling Zhen took the apron that Su Yuyang had handed him ? whoa, it was actually brand-new. There were even creases on it.

"Cooking." Staring at Su Yuyang's constipated face, he panicked, put on his apron, and happily asked, "Boss, what do you want to eat?"

"Up to you, but only at speed." Throwing down his request, Su Yuyang left the kitchen. Ling Chen was just about to catch his breath when Su Yuyang's voice sounded again, "Boss? Didn't I say it before? Just call me Brother Su. "

"Brother Su?" Ling Chen let out a cry.

"Hurry up and cook!" Su Yuyang urged.

"Yes, yes, yes." Ling Chen tiptoed around to make sure that Su Yuyang wasn't outside the kitchen before completely relaxing.

"Cooking, this is my strongest support skill." Ling Chen whistled, looking extremely pleased, but soon he felt like he had fallen into hell.

Looking at the few boxes of pure milk in the refrigerator, Ling Chen gnashed his teeth and said: "Cooking, stir-fry the air or braised the northwest wind, do you want to steam the running water? If you want me to cook, you should at least have ingredients, right? " Closing the refrigerator door, he held onto his last glimmer of hope and opened all the cabinets in the kitchen. However, the God of Luck didn't look after him; he found in that moment that rice, oil, soy sauce, vinegar, chilli, onions, ginger, garlic, and Su Yuyang didn't have any.

"Isn't this guy even home cooking?" Ling Zhen felt as if he was being toyed with by Su Yuyang. "Heh, to make things difficult for me on the first day of work, you're good, Su Yuyang!" Ling Zhen clenched his teeth, as if he was going to chew Su Yuyang into pieces.

Ling Chen was still pondering why Su Yuyang would make things difficult for him when Su Yuyang spoke at the wrong time, "Ling Chen, have you finished preparing the rice? I'm starving. " Su Yuyang spoke with a joking tone, but his aura was as weak as a patient about to pass away.

Ling Chen, who was in a rage, did not notice anything unusual. He opened his mouth and shouted angrily: "Eat eat eat, you only know how to shout and eat, prepare the ingredients for me instead! "No rice, no oil, no vegetables, not even noodles or frozen foods, what do you want me to do?" Ling Zhen walked in front of Su Yuyang with an empty bowl in hand. He placed the bowl on the tea table and snappily said, "Then, eat it. Stir in the air."

Ling Zhen's tone made Su Yuyang frown. He clearly didn't understand the reason behind Ling Zhen's anger. Ling Chen threw his apron onto the ground, clapped his hands, and coldly said, "Su Yuyang, if you don't like me, then just say so. There's no need to find something to make things difficult for me."

Hearing Ling Chen's words, Su Yuyang became even more confused. He looked at Ling Chen in puzzlement, and threw Su Yuyang's white eyes away as he sneered, "Su Yuyang, you're teasing me again and again. If you don't tell me the reason today, I'll still be lying to you."

With that, Ling Chen sat on the sofa.

Ling Chen crossed his arms over his chest and crossed his legs as he looked at Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang rubbed the bridge of his nose. He only felt as if his brain was a mass of paste.

"Can we talk about it later?" Su Yuyang spoke in a soft voice, appearing somewhat weak. Ling Zhen acted like he was an old man. His legs swapped for a moment, pretending that he hadn't heard Su Yuyang's words.

"Ling ?" Just as Su Yuyang's words left his mouth, a dong sound rang out. He looked up and saw that Su Yuyang was curled up on the ground.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ling Yuyang instantly rushed to Su Yuyang's side and squatted down. He pulled off the man's head and glanced at the man's face, causing him to immediately retreat in fright. Su Yuyang's face was like a sheet of paper, pale to the point where even paper A4 felt ashamed.

"Are you okay?" Ling Zhen slapped Su Yuyang's face, the ice-cold touch causing Ling Chen to be shocked.