Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Chapter 97 You are my weakness

The warm sun hung in the sky, and Wang Zijun was sitting in the yard. The yard was full of green, full of vitality, and there was a faint aroma of fruits and melons floating in the air.

Lin Ying'er spent so much effort to win over Wang Zijun, so naturally she didn't really want him to be a chef. Faced with the multiple-choice question of cooking or revising the script, Wang Zijun sat at the stone table in the yard and revised the script, and

Lin Ying'er went to work in the kitchen.

Fortunately, Wang Zijun felt that it was not difficult to change the script. After thinking deeply, he made a rough outline. Although there were still details that needed to be worked out, the outline was basically finalized.

"Secretary Wang, how are you doing with your changes? Get ready quickly, we will have dinner soon." Lin Ying'er, wearing a small apron around her waist, shouted into the yard.

Looking at Lin Ying'er holding a spatula, Wang Zijun felt that this girl was so gentle, amiable, cute and cute, and her innocent little face became more and more radiant and charming. Wang Zijun just felt that

I felt like I was flying into a tender sky, and something was blooming brilliantly around me. Lin Ying'er was just a little wife, and he was the man of the house. The two of them lived a calm daily life.

, trivial but warm.

Seeing Wang Zijun looking at her blankly, Lin Ying'er blushed, smiled, and quickly turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

Ordinarily, this pampered Lin Ying'er shouldn't know how to cook. However, the four dishes and one soup that were served made Wang Zijun gain knowledge. This requires a certain amount of effort, and he felt more and more that this girl was valuable.

Lin Ying'er cooked four dishes, shrimps with celery, roasted wheat with oil, braised pork ribs with sauerkraut, pork sausages, and fried pork slices with pepper. When Wang Zijun saw that there was pork sausage that he liked, he couldn't wait!

After struggling for so long, I was really a little hungry, so I didn't hesitate to pick up the chopsticks and pick up the vegetables.

"Pah!" The small chopsticks hit the back of Wang Zijun's hand gently or hard. Lin Ying'er scolded reluctantly: "Oh, you are a tramp, go and wash your hands!"

Wang Zijun smiled sheepishly, and he looked a little happy.

"It seems that my choice is right. If I let you be the cook, I probably won't have the improved script." Lin Ying'er glanced through the script and said proudly.

While the two were eating, a black Hongqi car had slowly driven into the Provincial Party Committee Family Courtyard. The soldiers on duty at the gate all stood at attention and saluted the moment they saw the car.

In Car No. 1 of the Provincial Party Committee, Lin Zeyuan and Wang Guangrong were sitting side by side in the back row. Wang Guangrong said with a smile on his face: "Secretary Lin, if you are really worried about Ying'er, just call her and ask her to come to my house to eat.

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"Hey, as I get older, I become more and more pampered. If I don't come back, this child will have to have a meal. It's such an honor. I feel bad for him." Lin Zeyuan mentioned Lin Ying'er, his eyes full of infinite love and pity,

His daughter is the softest place in his heart. All members of the provincial party committee leadership team know this about him. He himself makes no secret of it, saying that his daughter is his weakness and his shield.

"This girl has been spoiled by me since she was a child. Today she threatened me that if I don't go home and cook for her, she won't eat this Sunday!"

While the two were talking, the car had stopped at the door. As Lin Zeyuan got out of the car, he said to Wang Guangrong: "I will cook in person today. Guangrong, don't leave until you catch up. How about you try my cooking?"

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Since Wang Guangrong entered the political arena, he has been actively getting closer to Lin Zeyuan. When he heard that Lin Zeyuan asked him to have dinner with him, he said politely: "I am lucky to be able to taste Secretary Lin's craftsmanship."

The two men chatted and gently opened the door. The scene that appeared in front of them shocked the two bosses of the provincial party committee.

"The changes here are really touching. Come on, let me reward you with another piece!"

When Lin Ying'er saw the male protagonist boarding the train heading to his hometown to support education, he found that the female protagonist was already sitting on the train waiting for him. She was moved and became even more joyful. She excitedly gave Wang Zijun another chopstick.

Fat intestines.

Wang Zijun stretched out his head without restraint, and just as he was about to take the fragrant but not greasy sausage into his mouth, he saw Lin Ying'er standing there at a loss. In confusion, Wang Zijun turned around and saw that she was standing there.

At the door, Provincial Party Committee Secretary Lin Zeyuan and his father looked at him with wide eyes.

Thinking of what he had just done, Wang Zijun secretly sweated, and simply relaxed in his heart, no matter what you think or not.

"Secretary Lin, Dad, have you eaten? We haven't eaten together." After all, Wang Zijun is not the stupid young man he was back then. After pondering for a moment, he said very casually.

Compared with Wang Zijun, Lin Ying'er's ethics were far behind. Only then did she remember that she had pestered her father to come back to cook and comfort her daughter.

In a hurry, Lin Yinger unconsciously thought of the male and female protagonists in the script. After standing up in a hurry, she said loudly: "Dad, please don't misunderstand me... we are not what you imagined."

That way.”

At that moment, Wang Zijun was almost dizzy. Girl, when you talk like this, doesn't it mean that there is no three hundred taels of silver in this place? Why are you excited?

Lin Zeyuan looked at the faint blush on his daughter's face and instantly regained his composure. Then he laughed loudly and said, "Of course I know what's going on. It just so happens that we didn't eat, so we just happened to eat together."

After saying that, he glanced at Wang Jiefang and said: "Old Wang, it seems that I invited you to my place for dinner today. That is an invitation."

Wang Guangrong was also shocked at this time, but from the bottom of his heart, he was very willing to let his son and the daughter of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary continue to develop like this. If his son has such a great success, he will undoubtedly have good career prospects.

A towering tree supported.

As the two of them sat down, Lin Ying'er felt a little unnatural. However, Wang Zijun still acted as if nothing had happened. Of course, nothing had happened between him and Lin Ying'er.

"Ying'er, did you cook this meal? Not bad, not bad." Lin Zeyuan chewed a mouthful of green vegetables carefully, and then said to Wang Zijun: "Secretary Wang, this time I have benefited from you. If it weren't for you

Ah, I can’t eat Ying’er’s food today.”

Wang Zijun's heart, which was not very nervous at first, was now extremely calm. Hearing Lin Zeyuan's words, he smiled and said: "Secretary Lin, and Comrade Secretary-General, logically speaking, both of you should thank me for this meal.

, but I got it with labor. After changing the script for more than an hour, you think I have to exhaust so many brain cells."