Bai Congming had nothing to do all morning.
Whenever Ding Ding looked up between replying to emails, he saw him slumped over his desk, fiddling with the little frog they had taken off their electric scooter.
Cartoons were playing on his computer, but he never even glanced at them.
"Little Bai," Ding Ding called him over after finishing a round of work. "Come here."
"Brother Ding!" Bai Congming jogged inside. "Do you want some water?"
"...Yes."
When Bai Congming came back in carrying a glass of water, Ding Ding closed the door.
"Are you bored, Little Bai?"
"No!"
That was what Bai Congming said at first, but after thinking about it, he lowered his head and held his fingers an almost imperceptible distance apart.
"A little bit bored."
Ding Ding patted his hand down. "Jeff's coming this afternoon. Do you remember him, Little Bai?"
A bearded face appeared in Bai Congming's mind, and he nodded.
"He's a foreigner, and he's very particular about coffee. When we come back from lunch, how about I teach you to use the coffee machine?"
"Coffee... chicken? Cluck-cluck?"
Ding Ding was tickled pink. He covered his face and laughed for a good while before straightening up.
"Not a chicken that goes cluck-cluck," Ding Ding said. "It's a machine, like a water dispenser. It makes really, really fragrant coffee, but it's a little fiddly. Would you like to learn, Little Bai?"
"Yes!" Bai Congming's eyebrows rose. "Little Bai's an idiot, but he can learn!"
Ding Ding took his hand and kissed it. "You're not an idiot. Our Little Bai is the smartest."
They had a two-hour lunch break. Ding Ding took Bai Congming downstairs to eat, and by the time they returned, Fang Yun was already resting her head on her desk.
Bai Congming quietly took