Chapter 90 Hiring Su Xiaonuan with a Monthly Salary of 100,000

"S University? Top students!" Su Xiaonuan chatted casually while deftly folding the golden-brown, crispy potato pancake to wrap the soft, sticky potato shreds and melted cheese inside. Finally, she put it in a paper bag and handed it to him, saying, "Your pancake, be careful, it's hot."

Han Jun took the pancake, paid for it, and did not leave immediately.

He leaned against the stall, slowly lifted a corner of the paper bag, and took a bite.

The next second, he seemed to be paused, his movements stopped.

Immediately afterward, under the numb and indifferent gazes of the surrounding diners, this cool and arrogant young man with pink and black hair completely abandoned his leisurely demeanor. As if his soul was controlled by the food, he began to uncontrollably and almost wolf down the huge, piping hot pancake in his hand into his mouth!

The speed and the demeanor he displayed formed a stark and comical contrast to his previous image as a lazy, aristocratic young master.

After quickly finishing a pancake, Han Jun licked the cheese bits from the corner of his mouth, still savoring the taste. When he looked up, he met Su Xiaonuan's smug, slightly triumphant smile that she hadn't yet managed to suppress.

Han Jun, with his sharp eyes, caught her smile. Instead of being annoyed, he seemed to have discovered something interesting and curled his lips into a half-smile.

He slowly pulled a high-quality printed tissue from his pocket, elegantly wiped his lips, and then, with a burning gaze, looked at Su Xiaonuan and dropped a bombshell:

"Miss Su Xiaonuan, I am officially hiring you as our family's private chef. The monthly salary is 100,000 yuan. How does that sound?"

His voice wasn't loud, but in the relatively quiet stall, it was enough for the few diners still waiting nearby to hear him clearly.

Instantly, an eerie silence fell over the surroundings.

Passerby A: "???"

Passerby B (picking his ear, incredulous): "How much? One hundred thousand? To hire a roadside stall owner?"

Passerby C (whispering): "This young man is quite handsome, but why does he seem a bit slow?"

The grandmother, who was with her grandson, looked at Han Jun with a worried expression, as if she were looking at a wayward youth who had been misled into a pyramid scheme.

Su Xiaonuan was also a little stunned by this sudden "sky-high" offer. She subconsciously pointed to her nose with her fingers, which were still a little oily, and said in a timid and uncertain voice: "...Me? Private chef? A monthly salary of 100,000?"

Han Jun nodded firmly, his face radiating a confident "I'm just that rich" aura.

He even deliberately flaunted his cool, half-pink, half-black hairstyle, revealing what he considered a captivating smile that could charm anyone. Then, mimicking the gentlemanly demeanor of old Western movies, he bent down and extended his hand to Su Xiaonuan, asking in an even more "affectionate" tone, "Yes, it's you, the beautiful Miss Su Xiaonuan. So, would you be willing to accept my offer?"

Su Xiaonuan: "..."

She felt goosebumps all over her body falling like raindrops.

Seriously, bro? We've only met once and exchanged less than ten words. You probably don't even know my full name, and you're already putting on an act?

And this acting... is just too exaggerated!

Su Xiaonuan couldn't help but look Han Jun up and down with a gaze that seemed to say, "Did you forget to take your medicine today?"

Han Jun clearly noticed her undisguised look of disapproval, as if she were looking at him as a lunatic. He immediately frowned in displeasure, his handsome face falling, and his previous "gentlemanly" demeanor vanished instantly: "Hey, what kind of look is that?"

Su Xiaonuan took a deep breath, trying her best to appear serious and sincere.

She nodded first, as if she was considering it carefully.

When Han Jun saw her nod, his eyes lit up instantly, thinking that there was hope!

To everyone's surprise, after nodding, Su Xiaonuan immediately used her soft, sweet voice to clearly and firmly refuse, her words carrying the implication of "I'm not short of money, you can go cool off somewhere else," saying, "I'm very grateful for Mr. Han's high regard and kindness. However, I have no plans to become a private chef for the time being. I quite like my current life as a street vendor, it's free and easy. And..."

She paused, then added meaningfully, "Personally, I think I'm fine the way I am now."

The meaning is clear: I don't need your 100,000 yuan, thank you, but I'm politely declining.

Han Jun was a little embarrassed by such a straightforward rejection. His arrogant, spoiled attitude kicked in, and he stubbornly tried to persuade her further: "No, Su Xiaonuan, please reconsider? 100,000 is just the base salary! We can discuss the benefits! My family..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Liyue, who had been sitting quietly watching the show, stood up at the opportune moment.

She didn't say anything, but crossed her arms, took two steps forward, and stood half a step in front of Su Xiaonuan.

She was tall and had a slender figure. Although she was dressed casually, her cold aura, honed through countless trials, instantly spread out. She did nothing, but looked at Han Jun with a half-smile, her eyes carrying a faint warning of "enough is enough".

Han Jun was taken aback by the sudden appearance of this highly noticeable "bodyguard," and his words came to an abrupt halt.

He glanced at Su Xiaonuan, whose face was innocent yet resolute, then at Zhao Liyue, whose aura was imposing and clearly not to be trifled with. A look of surprise flashed across his face, followed by a sudden realization as if he had just understood something. He clenched his fist, slapped his palm, and revealed an expression of sudden understanding and deep emotion.

"Oh—! So that's how it is! I understand, I understand!" He dragged out his words, his eyes scanning back and forth between Su Xiaonuan and Zhao Liyue, as if he had figured out some incredible truth.

Su Xiaonuan: "?"

No, buddy! What kind of weird scenario have you imagined?!

How do you know that? What do you know, you idiot?!

I bought this food stall myself! I sourced all the ingredients myself! My relationship with Yue-jie is purely platonic—roommate and bodyguard! What's with that "So that's what you two are like, which is why I can't steal her away" look on your face?!

Imagining things is a problem, it needs to be cured!

However, Han Jun was clearly so engrossed in his own interpretation that he could not extricate himself.

He clicked his tongue regretfully, shrugged at Su Xiaonuan, and said in a tone that implied "I understand, I'm withdrawing": "Alright, if that's the case, then forget it. Sorry to bother you, Boss Su."

After saying that, he didn't press the matter further. He just gave Su Xiaonuan a deep and self-assuredly handsome look, then turned around, shuffling away in his studded Martin boots, leaving behind a half-pink, half-black, question-mark-filled silhouette.

Su Xiaonuan watched his figure disappear into the crowd, speechless with frustration.