“That’s basically everything. Is everyone clear?”
Lin Yingluo gathered the subordinates who had arrived and gave them some work instructions.
These few were naturally not all her subordinates.
It was just a housewarming banquet, basically just a meal.
If she had called all her trusted people, the Board of Directors might have been so nervous they wouldn’t have been able to sleep.
The people present today were all responsible for the “Summer Job Plan.”
“Understood, President Lin. You explained it very clearly.”
Everyone there said they understood.
It was actually quite simple—under the pretense of “arranging summer jobs,” they would carry out some small trial projects.
No matter what questions came up, they just had to insist on the nominal content.
In fact, the Company didn’t really need summer workers, but as a Local Major Company, it always had collaborations with local High-Level Academies, providing Internship Opportunities, and summer jobs counted as internships.
“As long as you understand, discuss among yourselves how to allocate tasks.”
Lin Yingluo finished speaking and gestured for them to put away their little notebooks, acting as if the matter was so important they had to take notes.
At that moment, Su Nuo came out carrying desserts, with Jiang Qin following behind, helping to carry another plate.
Lin Yingluo quickly stepped forward, helping place the dishes on the table, then introduced to her subordinates, “This is my Madam, Su Nuo.”
Su Nuo froze, and so did the others.
“Ahem,” Lin Yingluo cleared her throat to remind them.
The group snapped out of their daze and hurriedly greeted her, repeating “Madam” over and over.
Su Nuo stuffed her trembling hands into the pockets of her small apron, forcing a smile, pretending her flushed face was from the heat of the Baking Room.
“Don’t lower your head, the crown will fall,” Su Nuo encouraged her, “Don’t be nervous, you’ve got the moves.”
I thank you, but please stop talking.
Su Nuo didn’t know if nervousness really could make a white rabbit jump because of a racing heartbeat, but she hadn’t reached that point yet.
After all, these people were polite and restrained, even if they had thousands of questions in their minds, they didn’t dare to stare too much.
“Nono, you sit down for a bit first,” Lin Yingluo took the girl’s small hand and gently squeezed it, “Just chat casually, it’s nothing.”
“…Okay.”
That said, what exactly was there to talk about?
Su Nuo sat down, thought for a moment, then stood up again, picked up the big plate holding the desserts, and handed them out one by one.
“Please try some,” the girl said softly, “I just baked them.”
“Alright, alright, thank you, Madam.”
“Madam, I can do it myself.”
“You’re too polite.”
Whoever she handed a dessert to stood up to receive it with both hands, then sat back down, going up and down like roll call.
On the other side, Lin Yingluo led Jiang Qin onto the balcony, where she did yoga and stretching exercises every morning.
“Oh, your place is nice. Although it doesn’t take up as much space as the previous one, this duplex structure is good—deep and complex, everything you could want.”
Jiang Qin praised as she found a soft chair to sit in on the balcony.
“So, what’s troubling our big President Lin?”
“Feigning ignorance, are you?”
Lin Yingluo replied, pulling over a chair opposite her, then gestured downwards, “Tell me, is Nono someone you introduced?”
“Yes, why? You sound really close to her.”
“And do you know I’ve never had a romantic experience before?”
“Of course.”
“Then here’s the problem—you introduced her but didn’t tell me what to do?”
Finally hearing the real point, Jiang Qin was slightly taken aback: “You want me to tell you what to do?”
“Aren’t you supposed to provide after-sales service?”
Lin Yingluo said.
“I’m not a lesbian; how would I know? Besides, when you buy something, do you ask the delivery guy for after-sales service?”
“…”
That actually made sense, and Lin Yingluo was momentarily speechless.
Jiang Qin pulled her chair a bit closer and looked at her friend, “I think you don’t really need a lesson. You’re pretty good at this.”
That small hand pinching and whispering promises of ‘afterwards I’ll help you’ and so on.
But Lin Yingluo shook her head helplessly.
“Just this much, I wouldn’t know more even if there was.”
Then she took out her phone, tapped a few times, and tossed it to Jiang Qin: “I’ve been studying this stuff recently.”
Jiang Qin looked and saw titles like [How to Date Girls Younger Than You], and many others, such as [10 Intimate Gestures Between Girls], [How a Big Sister Wins Over a Cute Girl], and [How to Carefully Take Care of Your Canary].
There’s no such thing as an innate big sister saintly body, it’s all effort and sweat.
“You’re really well prepared, even have this one,” Jiang Qin said.
Lin Yingluo rolled her eyes, “Only the first one was searched by me, the rest were all automatic recommendations.”
They had been analyzed by data; it was inevitable.
Users were always consuming, so the user profile was very clear, and then came the big data of the forums.
“No matter what, it’s more reliable than asking me. Oh, by the way,” Jiang Qin suddenly remembered something and lowered her voice, “Did you guys do the… you know?”
She had asked Su Nuo in the Baking Room just now, but the girl was very clever and lightly brushed past the topic.
She didn’t think her friend was dumb, but sometimes, whether or not you answer a question depends on whether you want to, not on intelligence.
“Of course we did,” Lin Yingluo crossed her arms, looking very pleased, “It felt great.”
See? Although the Pillow Princess didn’t want to answer, the person upstairs was more than happy to.
That said, Jiang Qin found a problem: “Why haven’t you cut your nails?”
“What?”
“I mean, if you don’t cut your nails, wouldn’t you hurt her?”
Lin Yingluo seemed to understand, thought for a moment, and asked, “Do I have to use my hands?”
Isn’t it enough to just squeeze between the legs and rub a little?
Jiang Qin sat up, straightened her collar, and looked serious:
“Alright, Lin Yingluo, I’ll give you a website. Get yourself a VPN, go there, find the yuri category, set the age limit to unrestricted, and sort by popularity. Also, if you treat me to ten big meals, I won’t tell anyone about this.”
This “this” meaning the ‘use hands’ part.
Lin Yingluo: “…”
***
In the living room.
After some casual chatting, everyone was pleased—at least judging by their expressions.
They all smiled brightly and praised Su Nuo’s desserts.
“Delicious. Madam’s skills are really excellent.”
“No complaints. Even home cooking can taste this good.”
“I don’t eat desserts outside anymore. Whatever Madam makes, I have to eat. These homemade treats have no additives, very safe and reassuring.”
Because the compliments were so formulaic, Su Nuo wasn’t sure if they were genuine.
Another thing that troubled her was recognizing people, because when she asked, the answers were always like this—
“Xiao Zhao, just call me Xiao Zhao.”
“Alright, Sister Zhao, then who’s this big brother?”
“No big brother, only Xiao He.”
“Madam, I’m Xiao Xu.”
There were even people jumping in to answer.