There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Seeing that Zheng Xinyue was scared to death by him and looked at him cautiously, Gu Changfeng put away his chill and softened his tone. ░▒▓██▓▒░

"I can do it myself."

Zheng Xinyue said in a low voice that she actually thought she could do it. As long as she planned her time well, it wouldn't be too difficult to cook for thirty people. Just one dish and steamed steamed buns would do.

"Can what?"

Gu Changfeng frowned and asked her in a deep voice.

"I mean I can cook for thirty people myself."

Zheng Xinyue looked up at him and said firmly, a little angry that he ordered her, why did she feel like a worker under him? I don’t like this. In my previous life, I just didn’t like being controlled by others, so I didn’t go out to find a job.

"I'll help you today."

Gu Changfeng took a deep look at her, his eyes fell on her slender wrist, and he made a decision that he had never thought of.

Zheng Xinyue looked at him in shock. A big factory manager came to cook? Isn't he afraid of losing face in front of his subordinates?

Gu Changfeng saw Zheng Xinyue looking at him with an incomprehensible look, her mouth slightly open, and her mood immediately improved. She picked up the cabbage, skillfully broke it open, put it in the basin to wash, and started working seriously.

When Zheng Xinyue saw it, she hurriedly came over to help. No, this was her job, it should be Factory Director Gu who was helping her!

"Director Gu, let me do it! I really don't need you."

She was hurriedly polite, but she didn't expect a cold feeling around her after she finished speaking.

Well, as if she was taking his job, Zheng Xinyue had no choice but to stand up and peel the potatoes! This is also living.

Both of them were busy with their work in silence. Over there, Qin Liang and the comrades from the sugar factory had their jaws dropped. They were all so moved that their serious and cold factory director actually cooked for them in person? This meal is so delicious.

Zheng Xinyue was peeling potatoes without delaying to watch the excitement. Gu Changfeng was only wearing a red Bayi vest with his back to Zheng Xinyue. With the action of washing and chopping vegetables, the muscle lines on his back were clearly displayed. His strong unicorn arms were full of strength and strength. Not inferior to the third brother.

The vest is tied in the waistband of the pants. Unfortunately, the pants are a bit fat. If she wears modern slim-fitting suit pants, her long legs will be incredible, straight and not bowy at all.

She couldn't tell that he had such a good figure even though he was wearing a coat, so she was in for a treat now, right?

Director Gu was cutting the vegetables in an orderly manner, his eagle eyes narrowed and his expression focused and serious. He held the cabbage stacked in one hand and quickly dropped the kitchen knife to fill the pot.

Zheng Xinyue was filled with envy. If she could chop vegetables so quickly, she would be able to cut them with her hands.

I found that even when he was chopping vegetables, his eyebrows were locked. He was always as sharp as a sword, as cold as a stone, quiet and taciturn, and so serious that no strangers were allowed to enter. I wonder how his wife could bear it?

He should be married, right? In this day and age, it seems that one becomes a father at the age of twenty. Factory Director Gu looks to be at least twenty-five years old. The child should be running around, right?

"Don't cut it on your hands."

A deep magnetic voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Zheng Xinyue's random thoughts. Her face turned red and she hurriedly looked away.

Director Gu found himself peeking at him?

Isn't it too embarrassing?

Does Director Gu think she is a nympho? Women in this era don't seem to stare at a man so straight.

Gu Changfeng glanced sideways at a certain little girl who blushed and lowered her head and did not dare to look at him. There was a smile in her sharp eagle eyes. He cut the cabbage neatly and walked towards Zheng Xinyue.

Good night, the update is over.