txolops Chapter 17 Where did you buy it?
Chapter 17 Where did you buy it?
"Click".
In the office area, the glass door was gently pushed open from the inside.
Secretary Chen, who was eating fried rice at her workstation with her head down, suddenly stopped when she heard the noise.
She subconsciously looked up, still chewing rice in her mouth.
When she saw the figure standing by the door, Secretary Chen was startled. She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and stood up in a panic.
"Mr. Su... Mr. Su."
Su Qingxue leaned against the door frame with one hand, her face still pale.
She didn't speak, but frowned slightly, her gaze falling on Secretary Chen's desk.
Secretary Chen's heart tightened.
She knew that her boss suffered from severe anorexia and that he would feel nauseous and vomit whenever he smelled any fancy food these past two days.
I couldn't resist opening a plate of such fragrant fried rice in the office area; I really walked right into a trap.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I'll pack it up right away. I'll take it to the break room to throw it away and then open the windows to ventilate the room."
Secretary Chen hurriedly grabbed the plastic bag on the table, preparing to put away the half-eaten box of fried rice.
"Wait a moment."
Su Qingxue suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat weak, but her tone carried an undeniable calmness.
Secretary Chen's hand froze in mid-air as he looked at his boss, somewhat at a loss.
Su Qingxue released her grip on the door frame, and in her high heels, walked slowly to Secretary Chen's desk.
The slight dizziness from low blood sugar made her walk steadily, but her attention was now completely drawn to the smell.
As she drew closer, the pure, unadulterated aroma of dried rice and the fragrance of free-range eggs became increasingly clear in her nostrils.
Su Qingxue habitually held her breath, waiting for the familiar spasms and nausea in her stomach to come.
One second, two seconds.
Nothing happened.
It has no pungent artificial flavoring, no heavy buttery taste or nauseating seafood smell commonly found in high-end Western cuisine.
The smell was clean, as clean as the rice my grandmother used to cook over a wood fire in the countryside when I was a child.
Su Qingxue lowered her head, looking at the golden rice grains in the lunchbox, which were free of any excess oil, and her breathing involuntarily became calm.
"Gurgle..."
In a quiet office area.
Suddenly, a not-so-loud but very clear sound of intestinal peristalsis came from Su Qingxue's stomach.
Secretary Chen was stunned.
She glanced incredulously at the boss's belly, then at the half-eaten box of roadside fried rice on the table.
These past two days, the private doctor racked his brains, and the star chef changed more than a dozen menus, but nothing could make President Su have even the slightest appetite.
Now, Mr. Su's stomach is growling?
Su Qingxue ignored Secretary Chen's surprise; a very real struggle flashed in her usually cold eyes.
Reason told her that this was a cheap fast food packaged in a plastic box; but her body's most primal instincts were frantically sending hunger signals to her brain.
"Are there any extra spoons in the bag?"
Su Qingxue's voice was very low and slightly hoarse.
Yes, there are.
Secretary Chen snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled out a spare spoon with the plastic film still on from the bottom of the transparent plastic bag, and handed it over.
Su Qingxue extended her right hand, which still had medical tape on the back, took the spoon, and tore open the outer packaging.
Instead of sitting in Secretary Chen's seat, she stood in front of the desk, bent down slightly, and used a clean plastic spoon to carefully scoop up a small half-spoon of golden fried rice from the edge of the lunchbox.
She paused for a moment.
The lingering shadow of anorexia in her mind made her hesitate even a moment before putting food in her mouth.
But the pure aroma of scallions and eggs eventually made her open her bloodless lips and put that small mouthful of fried rice into her mouth.
Close your upper and lower teeth and chew gently.
The dryness of the aged rice melts on the tip of the tongue, without any excess moisture.
The fresh aroma of the free-range eggs, accompanied by the sweetness of the scallions, gently slid down her throat and into her stomach, which had been empty for two days.
I swallowed it.
There was no gagging or rejection.
There was only a warm, comfortable feeling of fullness, which transformed into a warm current that slowly spread throughout the stomach.
A hint of shock flashed in Su Qingxue's eyes.
She actually managed to eat it, and even thought it tasted delicious.
The barrier of anorexia that had tormented her for half a year and caused her unbearable pain crumbled easily in the face of this most ordinary and clean fried rice with bits of gold.
"Mr. Su, how...are you feeling?"
Secretary Chen asked cautiously from the side.
Su Qingxue did not answer.
She pulled out the visitor's chair opposite Secretary Chen and sat down.
Then, she reached out and pulled the plastic takeout box on the table in front of her.
He lowered his head and swung the spoon.
The second bite.
The third bite.
Su Qingxue began to eat faster.
She maintained basic decorum and did not make any rude chewing noises, but the frequency of her spoon movements increased.
She shoveled spoonful after spoonful of golden rice into her mouth.
His originally pale face gradually regained a faint hue as he ate.
There is such pure food in this world.
Even the star chef from Romantic Country, whom the company hired at great expense, could never create such a refreshing and non-greasy taste.
Secretary Chen stood to the side, not daring to even breathe loudly.
She looked at her boss, the billionaire CEO who usually had to be particular about the temperature of even the water he drank, who was now sitting in an ordinary visitor's chair, eating fried rice from a roadside stall, bite after bite.
Less than three minutes later, Su Qingxue stopped eating.
The lunchbox was completely empty; not even a tiny bit of scallion or egg crumbs remained.
She put down the plastic spoon, leaned back gently in her chair, closed her eyes, and let out a long breath.
As carbohydrates were converted into sugar in her body, the dizziness caused by low blood sugar that had plagued her for two days began to subside.
The long-lost feeling of fullness in her stomach gave her an unprecedented sense of peace.
After a few seconds of silence, Su Qingxue opened her eyes, took a tissue from the tissue box on the table, and gently wiped the corner of her mouth.
When she put down the tissue, the urgency on her face from eating had disappeared, and she regained the cool and composed demeanor befitting a CEO.
However, since what I just ate was more than half of the box that Secretary Chen had left over, this amount was far from enough for someone who had just regained their appetite.
Her appetite had just been whetted, and now she felt even hungrier.
Su Qingxue raised her head and her gaze fell on Secretary Chen.
"Secretary Chen."
Su Qingxue's voice returned to normal.
"Yes, Mr. Su."
Secretary Chen immediately stood up straight.
Su Qingxue glanced at the empty plastic lunchbox.
"This fried rice."
Su Qingxue looked at Secretary Chen and asked calmly, "Where did you buy it?"