She explained, "I bought your seasonings last time. I bought them all for the convenience of eating at your home. For people who are not as good as you, it is wrong to mix starch and alkaline noodles." It's normal, the two look similar in appearance, but the effect is completely different. The taste you just described is alkaline noodles."

"ah?"

Kazami was dumbfounded, "Then why did you put two similar seasonings in the next compartment of the seasoning box!"

Qingqing went crazy with joy when she heard Fengjian's indignant voice.

"I just put them randomly, but I can tell them clearly, but you can't."

Fengjian hangs up Qingqing's phone discouraged, and is about to go to the bathroom to pour out the soup, she feels ashamed.

Just as he was about to go out, Lu Zexiao hugged him from behind, "You worked so hard, why did you throw it away?"

"I don't even know what the alkali is for. Will it hurt my stomach? How can it be?!"

Lu Zexiao still knew the effect of the substance alkali, and Feng Jian was nothing more than a mistake, but eating it would definitely not hurt his stomach.

He didn't want to see Feng Jian unhappy, and he didn't want to see what she did with her own hands just go to waste.

"It won't be bad, I'll finish it, you put it down."

Feng Jian really felt guilty, she was about to pour it, but Lu Zexiao grabbed the thermos in her hand, and you fought for it.

With one unsteady hand, Lu Zexiao was sprayed all over.

Feng Jian covered his mouth in surprise, put down the thermos at that time, picked up the tissue box and took out the paper, and hurriedly wiped it for Lu Zexiao.

"I really didn't mean to."

"real!"

Lu Zexiao pinched Fengjian's face with a smile, "Of course I know you didn't mean it."

As soon as he said that, he called someone to come in to clean up these things. Feng Jian looked dejectedly at the aunt who came in to clean up, and wanted to reach out to help, but Lu Zexiao held her back.

"You fought me for it, it seems that I also need to help clean it."

Fengjian immediately responded to Lu Zexiao, "Of course not."

Lu Zexiao unbuttoned two shirts, "I have a meeting in a while, so I can't wear this dress."

Kazami looked at him in surprise, "Ah? Have you prepared anything else? What will you wear for the meeting later?"

When she thought about these things, she regretted even more that she and Lu Zexiao just grabbed the thermos over there.

Originally, I was very proud of successfully bringing the stew here, but it ended up like this.

Now because soiling Lu Zexiao's shirt will affect his image at the meeting, Kazami is a little anxious.

After watching her aunt pack up and go out, Kazami also picked up her bag.

"I don't think you have a backup shirt in your office. I'll go to a nearby shopping mall to buy one for you. You can make do with it. You can't wear a shirt that's stained with soup for a meeting. After a while, there should be traces."

Feng Jian was grabbed by Lu Zexiao just as he was about to leave, "Let the special assistant buy it."

He looked at Kazami reluctantly, "We haven't seen each other for several days, time is precious, you don't have to go by yourself."

But Kazami felt that she was responsible for this incident, and buying a shirt could at least make up for the guilt in his heart a little.

"But... I want to buy it for you."

She didn't want to tell Lu Zexiao about her guilt, because according to his character, he would educate herself severely and tell herself that this matter was not her fault.

But everyone should have a correct measure of themselves.