Chapter 592

When Jiang Chan came out, she saw Xu Qiubai walking to the kitchen in vain. The first thing normal people do when they get up is to go to the bathroom. Looking at Xu Qiubai's appearance, I think he is hungry.

Maybe he woke up and Xu Qiubai's brain turned fast. He caught a glimpse of Jiang Chan standing at the door of the study and ordered, "do you have anything to eat? Give me a whole meal. I'm starving!"

Then he turned and went into the bathroom. Jiang Chan frowned and went to the kitchen. When Xu Qiubai washed out, a bowl of fried rice with eggs and a glass of milk had been placed on the table.

She cooked rice at noon and eggs in the refrigerator. She can only make such finished products with limited ingredients. Jiang Chan sat down across the table and watched Xu Qiubai eat.

"How's the place where you read the book?" after a few mouthfuls of rice, Xu Qiubai was in the mood to talk to Jiang Chan.

Jiang Chan nodded: "I'm still watching. I haven't learned these systematically, but I feel it very much."

Xu Qiubai nodded: "if you want to be a lyricist, you should have the necessary literary literacy, careful observation ability, and be good at discovering life. In addition to reading, you might as well learn more music theory languages and listen to other people's songs."

"I know. What does Mr. Xu recommend?" Jiang Chan is very modest about her unfamiliar field. She naturally cherishes the opportunity to learn.

"I'll make a list for you at that time. When you finish listening to these songs, write a reading report to me." Xu Qiubai frowned and told the students that it was troublesome?

"It's getting late. I'll send you the song list. Go back first." in the evening, Xu Qiubai's golden creation time. In such a quiet time, his brain hole is full of inspiration.

"OK, can I take some books back?"

"Yes, you can pick it yourself. Don't break the book." Xu Qiubai was very generous and motioned Jiang Chan to pick it in the study. For him, the things printed in his mind can't be taken away by anyone.

When Jiang Chan came out again, she held two major books, one is the history of music development, the other is aesthetic appreciation. Xu Qiubai glanced and waved to Jiang Chan to hurry away. After all, he was not an acquaintance. He didn't adapt to staying in a space.

Holding two large books out of Xu Qiubai's community, Jiang Chan didn't go back to the house arranged by the company, but went to a nearby supermarket. She doesn't like eating out. She prefers to buy it and make it herself.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Chan left the supermarket with a big plastic bag in one hand and two books in the other. The posture of King Kong Barbie surprised everyone on the ground.

Originally, I thought she was a little girl with no strength to bind chickens. As a result, she was a Vajra woman.

Just after dinner, the doorbell rang, and Zhang Yang stood by the door with a little girl.

"This is Xiao Wu, the assistant arranged by the company. You are familiar with him." after a short speech, Zhang Yang entered the elevator. Jiang Chan looked at Xiao Wu in front of her eyes, which was just out of school.

"Sister Ren."

Jiang Chan stepped aside and said, "come in and talk. Just call your name directly. Have you had dinner? Have you had some here?"

Jiang Chan is a big eater. She can cook a lot at every meal. It's nothing to give a bite to the little assistant.

"Thank you, Jiao Jiao." Xiao Wu immediately changed his mouth. Jiang Chan frowned slightly. What ghost is Jiao Jiao? He wanted to correct it. Seeing Xiao Wu's bright smiling face, Jiang Chan swallowed his words again.

Forget it, just be charming. Anyway, she won't be called her in the future. She will endure it for some time.

"Jiao Jiao, let me help you carry the rice." seeing that Jiang Chan entered the kitchen, Xiao Wu immediately followed him in. She is a Yan Kong. When she sees a good-looking girl, she can't walk. She wants to be close.

"You take this soup in and I'll take the rest." Jiang Chan pointed to the soup next to her and whispered.

"My name is Wu Di, Jiao Jiao. Just call me Xiao Wu." sitting down at the table, Xiao Wu introduced himself to Jiang Chan.

"I'm 22 years old. I just joined the company for half a year before I finished the newcomer training. Sister Zhang Yang assigned me to you. It's really a surprise." Wu Di kept talking. Jiang Chan narrowed her eyes. The little girl was still very active.

"I'm Ren Jiao. I'll trouble you to take care of me more in the future." Jiang Chan is not the one who treats her assistant badly. This little Wu still fits her eye. It's estimated that they will go into the Jianghu together in the future.

"Where, I'll make a lot of money if I can see your beauty every day." Xiao Wu held his face: "we knew that Sister Zhang Yang signed another new person. Everyone was guessing who would be arranged for you. Unexpectedly, the pie hit my head. It's great."

"I'm sure that everyone will envy the position of Jiaojiao's assistant in the future, because only the assistant can follow you anytime and anywhere."

Jiang Chan gave Xiao Wu a bowl of soup: "drink some soup to moisten your throat. I see you keep talking."

"Thank you, Jiao Jiao." Xiao Wu immediately smiled, "by the way, it's best for assistants and artists to live together. Is it convenient for you, Jiao Jiao?"

Jiang Chan said, "this is the company dormitory. There is also a guest room there. You can move your things over tomorrow."

"Great! I'll go back and pack up later. I have very few things. It's very convenient."

Jiang Chan really doesn't have any inconvenience. The only thing she needs to hide is Ren Jiao's identity, but as long as she pays attention to it at ordinary times and doesn't leave the water source for a long time.

Taking an hour's bath every night can make Jiang Chan active for three days, which is enough. As for those things brought back from the seabed, it's best to store them in a safe.

After seeing Xiao Wu off, Jiang Chan also went out. When she lived alone, she could put those things at will. Suddenly, a little assistant came in, and she had to pack her things.

It's not that you don't believe in people's hearts, but that you don't show your money. Besides, people can't stand the test. It's better to keep their own things.

Just in the center of the city, there was a safe seller who received pearls, gems and other things into the safe. Jiang Chan sat on the floor on the carpet in the living room. The floor has long been covered with long wool carpet, and there is no problem rolling on it.

Holding the book from Xu Qiubai, Jiang Chan quickly immersed herself. For a lyricist, literary literacy is essential. Jiang Chan has been considering whether to decorate a large study himself.

When she saw Xu Qiubai's study, Jiang Chan was very envious. She likes this life with books. Doesn't it mean that books are the ladder of human progress?