Jerry glanced at him and sighed, "I'm just a little worried about Xiaxia. I wonder what she ate this morning and whether she ate well."
"Don't worry about that," Lin Yi said to him. "With the boss here, he definitely won't let his wife suffer."
“I’m not worried about Xiaxia being mistreated,” Jerry sighed again. “I’m just worried that she’s not eating well; Xiaxia has lost weight.”
Hearing this, the group was speechless. What time is it? This is the apocalypse, isn't it? Isn't it normal to be thin?
All of them have lost weight, so why doesn't Jerry care about them?
Among these people, besides Liu Daniu, Li Han, and Zhang Xin, Lin Yi had the most stable mindset.
After hearing Jerry's words, he simply blew on the porridge in his bowl, picked up a side dish and took a bite, then said calmly, "Don't worry, the boss brought all the cooking utensils with him when he came out this time. I was a little confused at first, wondering why he would bring cooking utensils when he came out to find you, but now I know that he wasn't doing it for us, he was doing it for his wife!"
"For Xiaxia?" Jerry frowned. "To have Xiaxia cook for him?"
"Idiot!" Lin Yi got up and poured himself a bowl of porridge. "Of course, it's for my sister-in-law. Have you forgotten how, back in school, my sister-in-law melted this iceberg of an older brother, turning him into a volcano?"
Upon hearing this, everyone perked up. Wang Dalong looked incredulous: "The boss can cook? Why didn't we know?"
After Chi Xia left, Zhang Xin, who was now the only woman in the group, didn't usually mingle with the group of men. But upon hearing this, she became interested and chimed in, "He can cook. How come Da Long and the others didn't even know? They've kept it a secret so well."
Lin Yi shook her head with a wry smile: "It's not that he did a good job keeping it a secret, but that he completely forgot about this skill when he was with us."
Zhuo Fang, humbly asking, "Why?"
"What else could it be?" Lin Yi rolled her eyes at him. "Of course it's because in the boss's heart, we're not good enough for each other. Don't worry, Jerry, the boss has lived alone since he was a child, and he's a great cook. He won't mistreat his sister-in-law."
Han Junche's cooking skills are indeed quite good; Chi Xia even felt that his cooking skills were no worse than Li Han's.
Sipping the porridge Han Junche cooked and eating the side dishes he personally stir-fried, Chi Xia smiled happily, "Ah Che, you're so wonderful!"
Han Junche glanced at her: "No, I'm not good, otherwise you wouldn't feel more conflicted than if you were going to a funeral every time you see me."
Chi Xia: "..."
So, are the hurdles from the past really insurmountable?
Chi Xia silently picked up the bowl. She decided to drink the porridge instead, since at least she could still feel A-Che's love in it.
After finishing his meal and cleaning up, Han Junche took out a spare gas can, filled the car with gas, took the car keys, and sat in the driver's seat.
Chi Xia carried Mengmeng to the passenger seat and was about to fasten her seatbelt when she heard Han Junche say, "Why don't you sit in the back?"
"Huh?" Chi Xia looked at the back seat, somewhat confused: "Why should I sit in the back?"
The morning sunlight was already a bit dazzling. Han Junche opened his glasses case, put on his sunglasses, adjusted the rearview mirror, and said calmly, "It's nothing. I'm just trying to be considerate of your feelings. After all, you said that you feel disgusted when I'm around."
Chi Xia was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she suddenly covered her head and wailed, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I was wrong! Can we let this go?!"
Han Junche started the car, stepped on the gas, and casually tossed two words to Chi Xia: "No."
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