Zhuo Yuanhang brought over the dishes he had prepared long ago.

In the pouring rain, there was the sound of knives chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

Little Youzi played with Ye Jiaqi for a while and then fell asleep. Her forehead was not as hot as before and her breathing became calmer.

Ye Jiaqi was very afraid that Little Pomelo would get sick.

Ye Jiaqi walked to the kitchen. She didn't expect Zhuo Yuanhang to cook: "Mr. Zhuo, your cooking is pretty good. Who did you learn from?"

"When I was young, I was often at home alone. In order not to starve to death, I learned it by myself."

Ye Jiaqi was a little surprised.

When you were a child, were you at home alone?

Which adult is so heartless as to leave a child alone at home?

When Zhuo Yuanhang was cooking, he looked similar to when he was working. He was very serious, and he controlled the heat and time very well. Soon, the aroma of the dishes filled the kitchen.

By the time he put all the dishes on the plate, it was getting dark.

As the night falls, there is the sound of pattering rain outside, and the sound of "tick-tock" and "tick-tock" under the eaves.

Ye Jiaqi and Zhuo Yuanhang sat face to face.

The conditions inside the house were very poor, with the floor and walls made of dirt.

Ye Jiaqi took a piece of tofu and smiled as he ate: "I never thought that one day I would eat in a place like this with you. Speaking of which, we have eaten in many places. Company restaurants, Western restaurants, hotel revolving

Restaurant, seaside restaurant…”

Speaking of this, she remembered the time she spent working with him.

He was her boss, and he spared no effort to teach her the rules and ways of survival in the financial world. He also took her around and went to many places on business trips.

His influence on her was profound.

"You still remember." He smiled faintly.

"I remember them all, because that period was the time when I was most hopeful and confident. I had never been as confident as that time. You always praised me, and I even felt that I was excellent, because growing up, I rarely

Someone praised me."

"Ever since I was little, no one has praised me." Zhuo Yuanhang said.

"It turns out we have something in common." Ye Jiaqi didn't expect that Zhuo Yuanhang would mention things from his childhood to her.

She felt that he must have been unhappy when he was a child and had a worse life than she did.

Zhuo Yuanhang looked at her. Under the dim yellow light, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face was calm and calm.

It was like he was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"I was quite happy when you were my secretary," Zhuo Yuanhang said.

"Thank you for your cultivation. It's a pity that I won't be able to use it in the future."

"Do you plan to stay in the village forever?" Zhuo Yuanhang asked.

"No, I don't plan to touch finance in the future."

"That's fine...that circle is not suitable for you."

Ye Jiaqi ate with relish: "The food you cook tastes very good, and you have the style of a chef."

Zhuo Yuanhang smiled: "It's just a casual practice. I haven't done it for many years, so I'm a little rusty."

"So, a genius is a genius, and I won't be able to catch up with him in another ten years."

They ate dinner and chatted casually, mostly on indifferent topics. Ye Jiaqi wisely did not touch Zhuo Yuanhang's bottom line or ask him any embarrassing questions.

"Do you know about the bankruptcy of James Group?" Zhuo Yuanhang asked after eating halfway.

Ye Jiaqi twitched his fingers, raised his head, and looked at Zhuo Yuanhang in surprise.

When Zhuo Yuanhang saw her expression, he probably didn't know.
Chapter completed!