"Ms. Fan, the ducks today are very fat. Do you want to take another one home?" A hoarse voice made Fan Qi dumbfounded. She turned around and saw the owner of the live poultry stall holding a big fat duck and waving at her.

Fan Qi had already felt Chen Zhiqian's gaze, and she withstood the pressure: "Thank you, boss! I've already bought it today."

"Next time you want to eat duck, you must come here!"

"must."

Fan Qi and Chen Zhiqian walked forward. After their lies were exposed, how could they continue to cover up their lies? It was really a difficult problem.

"Salted duck is easy to make, but you know, I really don't want to cook when you're at home and the weather is so hot. Besides, dad cooks for both your family and mine, so we can't lose this fine tradition, otherwise if you really find a wife in the future, your sister-in-law will dislike you." Fan Qi looked up at him.

Chen Zhiqian's expression changed slightly: "Yeah."∞∞

Fan Qi was still waiting for his second sentence, and he didn't ask even though they had already crossed a street.

Just like that? Fan Qi couldn't believe it. Was this the smart boss described in the book? Maybe this was just a small matter? And he didn't have a good relationship with the original owner, so he didn't want to care about it?

Passing by a newspaper stand, Chen Zhiqian asked, "Do you want to buy a newspaper?"

How did he know that I wanted to buy a newspaper? Fan Qi flipped through it, but didn't see any new news. The stock market news she could get now was much more detailed than what was in the newspaper.

"No need, let's go!"

The two returned home, and Fan Qi thought that since he already knew that she could cook, they could cook together!

She opened her shirt cuffs and rolled up her sleeves: "I'll help."

Chen Zhiqian said, "You cook potatoes and bamboo shoots."

"good."

Fan Qi took the bamboo shoots to the dining table and peeled them, thinking of tomorrow night: "I won't be back for dinner tomorrow. Mr. Liao asked me to attend a charity party with him, his wife, and Liao Yazhe."

"Charity gala?"

"It's said to be a charity party hosted by Liu Xiangnian's Tianhe Group." Hearing Chen Zhiqian's questioning tone, Fan Qi explained, "Mr. Liao wants to use me as a topic, right? In fact, the best topic is that I can really transform into a stock broker. This can also be regarded as a part of creating topics, right? In addition, the paparazzi made up stories and made Feng Xueming's mother come out to clarify. It happens that she will be there tomorrow night, and I also want to make it clear to her that I have no interest in Feng Xueming at all."

Even if they would divorce, the relationship between the Fan family and the Chen family was there. As long as she was Fan Qi in this world, he would always treat her as his sister. Now that they were both in Gangcheng, they should have discussed things with each other.

"Um."

"Can I?" Fan Qi peeled the bamboo shoots, picked up the peeler and started peeling potatoes.

"Can I what?"

"Can I make it public that I'm married? Anyway, we've already obtained our marriage certificate, and you can't escape remarriage no matter what. When I meet Feng's mother, I'll tell her on the spot that I'm not interested in her son at all." Fan Qi said.

Chen Zhiqian looked at her. If she was Fan Qi from her previous life, he would definitely not believe it. But this little girl in front of him?

"Help me!" Fan Qi stopped what he was doing.

Chen Zhiqian nodded: "As you wish."

"Yeah!" Fan Qi smiled and lowered his head to peel the skin.

Fan Qi took the peeled potatoes and bamboo shoots to the stove and saw Chen Zhiqian patting the pork chops with the back of a knife: "Do you want to make fried pork chops? Do you have spicy soy sauce?"

After these words were spoken, Chen Zhiqian got an expression that was as if he was angry but couldn't be angry, wanted to laugh but couldn't, and felt like his face was torn apart.

Fan Qi scratched his head. Did he just say he wanted spicy soy sauce? She didn't ask him to buy spicy soy sauce. It was really a coincidence!

“It’s delicious even without the spicy soy sauce.”

"No, I'm making braised pork ribs with scallions. I'll do the cooking. The chopping board is empty. Can you cut the tofu, bamboo shoots and potatoes?" Chen Zhiqian said to her.

"OK."

Fan Qi carried the chopping board to the dining table. The stove was too small to accommodate two people.