While delivering documents to my boss's house, I ended up getting locked down there. What's that saying? Three sentences to make a man spend 180,000? I can make my boss my slave in 14 days! 1 When I knocked on President Lucas Qu's door, I had already cursed his ancestors eighteen generations back in my heart. Damn capitalist, paying me peanuts that even a dog would shake its head at, yet working me like a horse. Calling me to deliver documents on such a cold day, I'm not even his secretary! If it weren't for the difficulty of finding a job due to the pandemic, I would have thrown my resignation letter in his face long ago. Dog of a man, no wonder he can't find a girlfriend at his age! While I was cursing my boss ferociously in my mind, the door suddenly opened. Lucas was wearing a set of gray pajamas, his messy hair slightly unkempt, but it couldn't hide his handsomeness at all. ...Being good-looking is his only redeeming quality. He looked down at me condescendingly and said lightly, "Yola You, do you have a facial cramp?" I rubbed my face and put on a stiff smile: "I'm freezing." Obviously, Lucas didn't have the organ called conscience. He nodded and reached out to take the documents from my hand. "Mm." ... Mm your mom's head! Maybe my condemning gaze was too intense, Lucas coughed into his fist and said politely, "Come in for a cup of hot water?" I should have refused. But I was really cold! I pretended not to understand his fake politeness and fake smiled: "Sure, thanks, President Qu." Lucas: ... "Come in." He stepped aside helplessly to let me in. "Is hot cocoa okay?" After I sat on the sofa, Lucas walked over in his slippers and asked. I nodded: "Okay, okay." He glanced at me, seemingly surprised by my audacity. While Lucas went into the kitchen to make hot cocoa, I secretly admired his home. A 3,200-square-foot penthouse with a direct view of the sea from the balcony. Whether it was the luxurious chandelier or the Italian imported leather sofa beneath me, they were all blatantly telling me they were expensive. How nice, the evil capitalist living in such a luxurious house with our blood and sweat money! It would be great if I could live in such a good house someday. I counted on my fingers and estimated that I would have to start working from the Southern Song Dynasty to afford this house. "Drink up." Lucas put the mug on the coffee table and sat on the sofa to the side. I quietly sipped the hot cocoa, stealing glances at Lucas. At the company, he was always in a suit and tie, buttoned up to the top even in the hottest weather. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like a refined scum. I had never seen him in loungewear, hair loose, without glasses. He seemed several years younger out of thin air, even carrying a hint of boyishness. "Seen enough?" Lucas said without looking up. I quickly looked away, downed the hot cocoa in a few gulps awkwardly: "Thanks, President Qu, I'll be going now, rest well!" Lucas nodded: "I'll see you out." Saying that, without waiting for me to refuse, he grabbed a jacket from the rack and draped it over his shoulders. The boss seeing me out personally, I was a bit flattered, following behind him downstairs. Out of the elevator, I looked up and saw several people in full protective suits standing in the lobby. ...An ominous premonition surged in my heart. Seeing us come down, those people quickly reached out to stop us: "Building 7 has confirmed cases. From now on, it's locked down, entry only, no exit! Residents please self-isolate at home, we will provide supplies regularly!" ... A bolt from the blue! I turned my head in shock to look at the stunned Lucas. I had never seen such a bewildered expression on his face! The epidemic prevention personnel urged us anxiously. Lucas and I looked at each other, not knowing what to do. A minute later, he covered his face: "...Sorry to drag you into this, stay at my place for now." I didn't move. He looked at me doubtfully: "What's wrong? It's okay, my house has a guest bedroom." I hesitated for a while, then looked up stutteringly: "...Does the quarantine period count as paid leave?" 2 Life is like a dream. Ten minutes ago, I was sitting here calculating when I would have to start earning money to live in such a big house. And now, I was really going to live here. Lucas took me into the guest bedroom. Although called a guest bedroom, it was more than half the size of my small apartment and also had a view of half the sea. The king-size bed was covered with a bedspread. Lucas pointed to the closet on the side: "There are quilts inside, find one yourself. There's an en-suite bathroom over there." I nodded, and Lucas closed the door and went out: "You settle in first." Hearing his footsteps go away, I threw myself onto the bed. The mattress was soft and supportive, obviously good stuff. Lying on the bed, my feelings were complicated. Paid leave for 14 days, any other time, I would be laughing in my dreams. But if these 14 days are spent living with the boss... How to put it, chocolate that tastes like shit. Lucas's bed was too comfortable; I accidentally fell asleep thinking about it. When I woke up, I found myself covered with a down duvet. I rolled out of bed and quietly walked into the living room. I slept soundly. It was just past two in the afternoon when I arrived, and now the sunset outside the window had filled half the sky with pink and purple clouds. Lucas sat by the bed, his high nose bridge casting a shadow on his side profile. I was a bit embarrassed: "Thanks, President Qu, sorry to trouble you to cover me." Lucas turned around, his expression complicated. "Yola, why do you snore when you sleep?" ... The three-bedroom apartment under my feet was instantly completed. I felt I could stop living here! More awkwardly, my stomach suddenly growled: Gurgle... Just when I wished I could bang my head on the ground, the stomach growling sounded again. This time it wasn't me. I looked up, a trace of crimson spreading behind Lucas's fair ears. He hesitated and asked: "...Can you cook?" I can't cook; I can only eat. But there are only two people in this house. Either I cook, or Lucas cooks. Letting Lucas cook for me, that would really be looking for death in a latrine with a flashlight. I nodded stiffly: "I can't, but I can try." Lucas looked at me skeptically, walked over, and opened his double-door refrigerator. The refrigerator was empty. The scene fell into a suffocating silence. What's scarier than being trapped in the boss's house is being trapped in the boss's house with nothing there. A sour squeeze came from my stomach. I hadn't eaten lunch, and now my chest was really sticking to my back. Just when I was almost desperate, I suddenly remembered there were two packs of Luosifen (river snail rice noodles) in my bag. I bought them at the supermarket at noon, intending to take them back to eat. I looked at Lucas tentatively: "President Qu, perhaps you've eaten Luosifen?" Lucas glanced at me: "No, I don't like food with strong smells." "Oh... then do you mind if I eat Luosifen in your house?" 3 Lucas finally reluctantly agreed. Although his expression wasn't very good. I skillfully boiled water and put in the noodles, adding all kinds of ingredients. Soon, the air was filled with a smell like a blocked sewer. Lucas sat on the sofa, his face livid, covering his nose. After a while, he probably couldn't stand it anymore and went into his room, closing the door. I snorted disdainfully. Guess he's still not hungry. I happily put the Luosifen in a big bowl and turned on the drama I was chasing recently. This brand is really amazing. Although a few bucks more expensive than other brands, the taste is so authentic! Just as I was about to slurp the noodles happily, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open loudly. Lucas's footsteps were heavy. Repressing his endurance on his beautiful face, he covered his nose and asked me: "Can you eat faster! This smell is like a toilet exploded!" I looked up with a bitter smile: "President Qu, it's hot!" "Why don't you taste a bite? This thing is like stinky tofu, smells bad but tastes good." "Impossible! Even if I starve to death, I will absolutely not eat this thing!" I picked up a chopstick of noodles. The crystal clear rice noodles were covered with tempting soup: "Just taste a bite. Anyway, you already smell like it." "It's really delicious!" I heard Lucas's stomach growl again. He swallowed, a trace of struggle flashing across his face. ... "Fine, I'll just taste one bite." Lucas indeed just tasted one bite. He changed chopsticks, picked a chopstick-full from my bowl. And slurped away a small half of my bowl in one go. ... My hand gripping the chopsticks tightened gradually, and my face started to darken. Lucas glanced at me, sucked all the noodles into his mouth somewhat awkwardly. He wiped his mouth: "...Sorry." My heart aches so much. Only a bit more than half of the rice noodles left in the bowl! I didn't speak, took the bowl, and sat aside to slurp. Lucas sat opposite me, coughed once, and didn't speak. I pretended not to hear. Too much! I hate people who say they'll just taste but take a huge bite the most! ... After a long time, just when I finished the noodles and picked up the bowl to drink the soup, Lucas spoke. His voice was a bit unnatural, whispering: "Is there any left? Help me cook a pack too?" ... To compensate me, Lucas and I split the last pack of noodles half and half. After barely eating enough, we sat in the living room filled with the smell. Lucas's expression was somewhat satisfied, yet somewhat melancholy. "What to eat tomorrow? If I knew earlier, I would have bought some things back." I didn't know either, could only comfort him: "It's okay, maybe supplies will be delivered tomorrow." He nodded. We had nothing to say, and the atmosphere began to fall silent. I was a bit embarrassed, stood up to go back to the room, planning to take a shower and sleep early. Although Lucas's house had no food, the toiletries were quite complete. I casually picked up a bottle of shampoo. It was densely written with foreign words I didn't know, looking expensive at first glance. After taking a comfortable hot bath, I dried myself with a brand new bath towel and planned to go to bed. Just as I took off the bath towel, I suddenly discovered a very awkward problem. ...I didn't bring a change of underwear! 4 Early in the morning, Lucas and I were paralyzed on the sofa, stomachs growling. Hunger made me bold enough to complain: "President Qu, why is there nothing in your house?" Lucas said weakly: "Usually the auntie buys vegetables and cooks. She's afraid the vegetables aren't fresh, so she buys them fresh every day." My hatred for the rich was stirring. ...Evil rich people, this is karma. I walked over and opened the window. Lucas looked at me: "What are you doing?" "I'm drinking some northwest wind." ... "I just mentioned it in the owners' group chat. The property management said vegetables can be delivered at noon. Bear with it a bit longer." We just lay on the sofa watching TV, enduring the time with difficulty. "Lanzhou people say their morning starts with a bowl of beef ramen. This city with more than a thousand ramen restaurants consumes a million bowls of ramen every day..." Looking at the ramen with clear soup and white noodles, sprinkled with cilantro and beef on the screen, I swallowed. Lucas's Adam's apple moved too. He looked at the TV: "This is the first time I've wanted to eat ramen so much." Ramen my ass, pull a few knives (kill me) instead. Don't know what can be delivered at noon. Lucas turned to look at me: "Yola, let's go out for noodles when the lockdown is lifted?" I nodded: "Sure, when will the lockdown be lifted?" Lucas was optimistic: "Should be just 14 days. The epidemic situation here isn't very serious." I hesitated for a long time: "President Qu... um..." "?" He looked at me doubtfully. I gritted my teeth and braved it: "Can you ask the property management to deliver a few pairs of panties for me!" Lucas opened his mouth slightly, staring at me blankly. His fair skin turned visibly red: "Ah..." I lowered my head, blushing, and didn't speak. I really didn't want to trouble the property management, but I couldn't always go commando! A lone man and woman in a room, this is too that! Silence, suffocating silence. After a while, Lucas's voice sounded vaguely: "What size do you wear?" ... The property management was very efficient. Just past lunchtime, they delivered a big bag of vegetables, fruits, rice, noodles, and meat. And three pairs of women's panties. Lucas looked at the three small packages of panties, throwing them to me as if they were hot potatoes: "Your stuff!" I glanced at him speechlessly. Making a fuss over nothing. What about panties? Doesn't he wear underwear? Everything arrived. Lucas and I sat at the dining table staring at each other. "Cough." He signaled with his eyes that it was time for me to cook. I turned my head away, pretending not to understand. "Cough cough!" ... "Yola." I looked up at him. "Go cook." I looked at Lucas sincerely: "President Qu, I'm not lazy. It's just that these ingredients are too precious. I'm afraid I'll ruin them." It's one thing to work like a horse at work, but wanting me to be a free nanny too. Dream on! Today I, the salted fish, will turn over and make the boss work like a horse for me! Lucas rolled his eyes at me, his gaze complex, as if regretting recruiting me. After a stalemate for a long time, he stood up helplessly: "You should know how to wash vegetables, right? Let's make vinegar shredded potatoes." I moved a small stool to sit in the kitchen peeling potatoes. Lucas rolled up his sleeves and somehow got an apron. Really, bad students have a lot of stationery. Acting like it's a real thing. He tied a beautiful bow behind his back and took the potatoes I peeled to shred. Lucas seemed to be holding not a potato but a bomb. Brows furrowed, he bent over holding that potato carefully, gesturing for a long time before making the first cut. Looking at this posture, I felt it wasn't good. Lucas noticed me looking at him and turned slightly embarrassed to block the potato: "Wash your vegetables." The sound of the kitchen knife landing on the cutting board was sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Lucas's appearance of facing a formidable enemy infected me, and soon I became a bit nervous too. ... If he cuts off a finger, it's not easy to go to the hospital now! I looked at Lucas's busy back with worry. More than twenty minutes later, just when my stomach rumbled again, Lucas said with embarrassment with his back to me: "Not eating shredded potatoes today. Let's eat vinegar potato chunks." ...Vinegar potato chunks, is this fucking appropriate?! But since I wasn't working, I was embarrassed to say much. I could only nod and comfort: "That works too. Anyway, the shape coming out after eating is the same." Lucas glanced at me sideways: "I somewhat regret letting you come to deliver documents now." You think I don't regret it?! Do I want to eat your bullshit vinegar potato chunks here?! Lucas is indeed the boss. Cooking is like working in the company. One moment asking me to bring vinegar, the next moment asking me to bring salt. "Hey, it's burning, it's burning, pour some water quickly!" I spun around in the kitchen like a top, poured a bowl of water and handed it to him. Lucas poured all the water into the pot with a splash, instantly submerging the potatoes. Okay, looks like we can't eat vinegar potato chunks either. Let's drink potato soup today. A white smoke smelling of vinegar rose in the kitchen. Lucas's eyes lit up: "Right! That's the smell!" ... When we sat down at the dining table, an hour had passed. At the huge table, Lucas and I occupied one side each. In the middle was a plate of semi-soup potato chunks. Lucas picked up his phone and took a bunch of pictures of the potatoes, somewhat proud: "This is the first time I cooked a dish!" I looked at the half-cooked potato chunks of various shapes and sizes in front of me, soaking in the soup like in a hot spring. I really don't understand what Lucas is proud of. Lucas lifted his thin eyelids, raised his chin and pointed at me: "Taste it, how is it?" I feel this dish has a strange magic. Looking at it makes you full; not hungry anymore. But if I really dare not to give the leader face, I guess after the paid leave, I will be on indefinite leave. I picked up a piece of potato, took a deep breath, and put it in my mouth. Sour, really fucking sour. Killing the vinegar seller. Besides sourness, there was no other taste. Too little salt, too much water. After chewing a mouthful of potato eighty-one times, I struggled to pull out a smile. "Delicious! It's really too delicious, this taste is too authentic!" Lucas's mouth corners hooked up: "Smart people are fast at everything. Tomorrow I can make shredded potatoes." He reached out and picked up a piece of potato. Then his expression began to change constantly, just like the streamer selling black plums I saw on TikTok. His features tangled together, chewed reluctantly, closed his eyes and swallowed. "Delicious, really too delicious. I'm full, Yola, the rest is yours." He pushed the plate in front of me. ... I suspect my leader wants to humanely destroy me with a plate of potatoes. Just as I was worrying looking at the potatoes, Lucas burst out laughing. I looked up at him. Spots of light from the crystal chandelier sprinkled on his face. His eyelids showed a slight pink, and his eyes were full of smiles. I had never seen Lucas like this. I looked at him somewhat dazed. Lucas held the chopsticks with his slender fingers, looking at me and said: "Just kidding." "If I poison you, wouldn't I be isolating here alone?"
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