"Oh, interested?"
Ren Jie gave a wry smile and shook his head. "My parents are old-fashioned scholars. If they knew I was seeing a little chef, I reckon they'd break my legs. They've made it clear: no one with less than a master's degree is to enter the Ren Family's door..."
The two reached a roadside Tiguan, unlocked it, and got in.
As Sui Fusheng started the car, he said, "Matters of the heart are unpredictable. I used to insist I'd stay single for life, and look at me now, always fussing over Baobao this and Baobao that... If you like her, go for it. As long as you two want to be together, all external factors are just passing clouds."
Ren Jie turned to look at the entrance of Lin Ji's Food.
He thought that the little chef trying so hard to act like a head chef was actually... quite cute.
Should he come back on his next day off?
He'd topped up his card with fifteen hundred yuan; it'd be a waste not to spend it...
