After Zhong Tingting sent her busy husband to work, she was bored at home watching TV shopping.

A TV shopping host born in the 1970s and 1990s was talking about a set of kitchen utensils on TV.

Zhong Tingting remembered that she hadn't been to a private restaurant for several days since the New Year's Eve. She called the phone. A few seconds later, the man's low and elegant voice came from the phone: "Hello, Yupan Zhenxiu Private Restaurant."

An Tingting was a little timid: "Hello, you. I want to book..."

"Is it a regular customer or a friend?"

"Actually a regular customer."

"Your surname?"

"Don't let your surname be Zhong."

"Are you a guest staying overnight on New Year's Eve? Is it a designated time for you to be at 4:44 tomorrow evening. You can wait for the jade plate and treasures at any time." The phone was hung up.

Zhong Tingting was a little excited, only to realize that time was really so long.

I finally waited until the next day and sat in front of the red dining table. There was an incense burner in the center of the dining table but I couldn't smell any smell.

The first dish was served with a few sausages. With the companion of salad, there was red among the whites and white among the reds. It was particularly enchanting. It was bitten gently, and it was soft on the outside and soft on the inside.

After less than two bites of Zhong Tingting, the male waiter brought a porcelain bowl. The clear soup inside was stirred by the porcelain spoon. The fragrance of the bottom of the bowl came to his nose and sent it into his mouth. The fragrance of rapeseed and the meat filling in the corn kernels were still mixed. The roots of the dandelion in the clear soup could not taste any bitterness.

The waitress held a pot of rice wine and a small plate of boneless chicken feet and put it on the dining table and said, "Ms. Zhong, this is the black rose rice wine brewed by the boss himself. While you taste it slowly, please don't drink it."

The ink-colored rice wine slowly flows into the esophagus through the lips and teeth, warm and enters the stomach with a sour taste, but Zhong Tingting likes this taste very much. Zhong Tingting doesn't know that the black rose represents: despairy love.

The boss came to Zhong Tingting in a white chef's suit: "Ms. Zhong, are you satisfied with today's meal?"

"Yeah," Zhong Tingting nodded.

"Ms. Zhong, have you been in a better mood recently?" The boss smiled.

"Ah?" Zhong Tingting raised her head.

"Ms. Zhong, since you came to my shop last time, I seem to be able to feel your inner displeasure. Although I am a chef."

Zhong Tingting didn't say anything, just looked at Chef Long silently, with Chef Long's eyes filled with mystery.

"Okay, Ms. Zhong, let's live here today."

"No, my husband just came home when he went out, so I want to accompany him."

"Okay, then please accept this sachet. It was picked from the lavender manor at midnight. It has the effect of helping sleep and calming the mind. Just put it under the pillow."

Zhong Tingting took the sachet, put it under her nose, and took a deep breath. The fragrance of lavender was mixed with a faint herbal fragrance. She liked it very much: "Thank you, Boss Long."

After dinner, Zhong Tingting sat in the taxi. I don’t know if it was the reason why her husband went home or the effect of the lavender sachet. I really felt a wave of sleepiness coming, so I closed my eyes and gently put my temples on my face.

At this time... the taxi driver turned on the radio in the car. After a small noise, the cheerful voice of the female host came from the radio: "Hello everyone, I am the host Zhou Li, and I am the host Zhang Jing. Welcome to listen to the midnight story we co-hosted. May the midnight story accompany you through the long and long night."

"I wonder what the listeners in front of the radio are doing?"

"So, let's answer the hotline and listen to your night stories today."

"Okay, first, connect the listeners of Line 1. Please wait for the ladies of Line 2..."

Zhong Tingting, in a daze, felt that the voices of the two were so familiar. Before she could think of anything, the taxi stopped and the driver said in a low voice: "Madam, you are here."

Zhong Tingting slowly opened her eyes and looked at the small western-style buildings around her before she woke up: "Master, how much does it cost?"

"136 yuan." The driver answered step by step.

Zhong Tingting took out 150 yuan and handed it to the driver, opened the car door and said, "No need to look for it."

The driver looked at Zhong Tingting's figure leaving, although he felt that the tip was a little less, but it was useless. He could make more money when he returned to the city.

Three people in the private restaurant were savoring tea, and Lan suddenly said, "Boss, this lady has been here twice."

"Don't worry, she will be here." Long Wu's answer didn't care about it as before, and he was very sure.

"Lan, there will be others besides her. I have smelled a lot of greed recently." Wu You said.

Lan smiled slightly. This was a very happy time in his lifetime. He was much happier than when he was a nurse in a Chinese medicine hospital. There was no ignorant Wang Baofu, no annoying head nurse, and no philanthropic young nurse.

The bell rings at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night and the listening rate of the first night story was unexpectedly good. The director was very satisfied and his eyes were already smiling in a line.

Zhou Li looked at Zhang Jing proudly. The midnight story program was proposed by Zhou Li to Director. Zhou Li didn't expect that there would be so many people listening to midnight story.

Although Zhang Jing, a born-70s generation, was not married, she couldn't stand the work of getting up early and going to bed late. She finally survived from the host assistant until now. She just didn't want to be a housewife at home who didn't know anything after getting married. What's the good thing about canary who was kept in a cage? Isn't she at the mercy of a man?

Who would have thought that he had worked hard on the TV station for so many years and had not made any achievements. Cheng Yaojin, who had come out of the way, made his career decline. The director of the program who tells stories and coaxes children to sleep actually agreed??!!

After get off work, Zhang Jing was lying on the wide double bed and couldn't sleep. She picked up the phone beside her pillow and dialed the phone. The phone did not answer. Zhang Jing became even more annoyed and sent a text message: Husband, why don't you answer my phone? I'm so annoyed here. The new post-90s generation have started to arrange me. Do you want to give our director gifts and ask him to take care of me?

Then I threw my phone aside and closed my tired eyes.

Zhang Jing was sleeping uneasy all night long and was always having nightmares. Finally, she was awakened by the nightmares. Looking at her watch, it was almost 8 o'clock, and she was late to check in at work. She brushed her teeth randomly, changed her clothes that had not been washed for 8 days, and ran to the TV station...

However, there was a transfer notice on the desk. Zhang Jing flipped it casually and actually canceled her position as a TV shopping host, collected various stories for the midnight story column, and became a post-release broadcaster.

Zhang Jing held a few thin pieces of A4 paper and her hands were trembling slightly. Suddenly, Zhang Jing turned around and walked out of the office angrily. Her high heels stepped on the ground and made a sound of "Gada, Gada". The colleagues in the office could only shake their heads helplessly.

Pushing open the studio door. The staff were nervously looking at the information or tablet computers in their hands, and finally finding the director in the crowd. The director laughed and tears came out. With an invisible microphone, Zhou Li was taking the model to show the new style of pajamas. Zhang Jing stood in front of the director and tried her best to suppress her emotions.

"Master, why do you want me to transfer?"

"You are too haggard recently, so find some time to rest." The director ignored Zhang Jing who was about to explode and just focused on staring at the sales screen and the hotline in the background.

"Master, I'm fine, I'm fine." Zhang Jing clenched her fists with both hands. She was really unwilling to be replaced so easily.

The director patted Zhou Li on the shoulder and said, "Look, our performance and listening rate have been rising since Zhou Li came. By the way, we have a dinner to celebrate tonight."

Zhang Jing finally couldn't help but roar, "Master, I've been here for so many years, and I have worked hard without any credit. If you say you can change people, you can change people. Isn't this killing the donkey?"

The master was stunned at first and did not show any weakness: "You are fine, are you doing live broadcasts and what should I do if the voice is recorded?"

"Master, I'm not convinced!! Why!"

The master looked at Zhang Jing with a squinting eyes and said, "I'll tell you, if you are really unhappy, go to the unit's cafeteria, or go to the mailroom, and work as a temporary cleaner in the unit at or taking over Yang Amei's position, so that you can wake up your head."

Zhang Jing slammed the door angrily and left, not wanting to hit Zhang Lina at the door of the company building. She happened to have nowhere to vent her eyes, and her eyes were blazing: "My last name is Zhang, are you here to joke with me, right?"

"What did you say?" Zhang Lina said with a sarcastic smile.

"You are the director of the TV station. I heard that you and Zhou Li have been neighbors since childhood. How could you not know that I was demoted?"

“So what?”

"Did you have nothing to say to me?"

"What do you have to say to you?" Zhang Lina still had a plain tone.

"Did you say something to the Master?"

"Are you sure it's because of me? Or are you sure what I said?"

As the two of them were talking, Zhou Li was wearing a sportswear, a schoolbag and headphones, and walked towards the door lightly. The live broadcast just now was over.

Zhang Jing lowered her head unconsciously, but Zhang Lina looked directly at Zhang Jing and held her lowered head with her right hand: "A man, is it that difficult to recognize yourself? I often talk about other people's right and wrong, but I can't see myself in the mirror. It's so pitiful!"

"What do you mean?"
Chapter completed!