Even though Sun Binghe knew Shen Lian was looking to restore his sense of balance through him, he still couldn't resist the urge to share.
Assistant Sun held both himself and others to strict standards, so "reasonably considerate" was merely "average" to him, while "reasonably lousy" was simply "lousy."
Shen Lian listened as he ate his barbecue.
"His professional competence was on par with a three-year-old's."
"His ability to express himself suggested some sort of language disorder."
"He sat in that position without ever having read a book. Fine, he could draw a salary for doing nothing, but he insisted on discussing business with me. Shen Lian, when he said, 'Here's to a pleasant partnership, when we can celebrate our ill-gotten promotions together,' I almost wanted to call the police!"
Shen Lian burst out laughing several times.
Sun Binghe vented about everyone in one go, then pondered whether he'd missed anyone.
Partway through, Chu Yilan sent a message: [What are you eating?]
Shen Lian motioned for Sun Binghe to move his bowl of noodles closer, then took a photo and sent it over.
Noodles in clear broth, with an egg and some greens.
Sun Binghe had grown sick of even looking at rich food over the past few days and just wanted something light.
Sun Binghe took his bowl back, catching on. "If Boss finds out, I won't be able to explain myself."
Shen Lian stripped a skewer of grilled lamb clean. "As long as you and I guard this secret with our lives, who could find out?"
Sun Binghe relaxed. If Teacher Shen promised secrecy, nothing could go wrong.
After the meal, Shen Lian rushed home, tossed his clothes straight into the washing machine, then showered and washed up thoroughly. Once he was sure only the fresh scent of