Fan Youcheng nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, with you, the sister of a big boss, to bring me popularity, my house will definitely be full of good fortune and prosperity in the future!"
So the three of them went to Fan Youcheng's new home. The house was indeed not small, at least more than 140 square meters, and the community was also quite new. Fan Hua quickly praised him: "Brother, your 18,000 yuan is quite worth it!"
Fan Youcheng was still quite proud. After all, he had only been in Guangzhou for a year, and being able to buy a house here was something he was truly content with. He chuckled. "Hehe, it's not bad. I think coming to Guangzhou with you last year was the best decision I've ever made in my life. Not bad..."
He looked at Zhang Jiajia beside him and stopped talking. He had to save some face and not tell Zhang Jiajia that the person in front of him was a gangster.
"Anyway, sister, I have to thank you! You and Jiajia watch TV outside for a while, I will go to the kitchen to cook for you and let you taste my cooking skills!" After saying that, Fan Youcheng rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.
Only then did Fan Hua discover that Fan Youcheng had also bought a TV. In that era, a TV was a treasure. Not only did you need money but you also had to have tickets. I don’t know where his brother got the money from, but their lives were getting better and better!
Fan Hua and Zhang Jiajia sat down and started watching TV. From the kitchen came the sound of Fan Youcheng whistling and busying himself.
Fan Hua looked at Fan Youcheng, who was busy working in an apron, and couldn't help but say to Zhang Jiajia, "Xiaojie Zhang, my brother is actually quite good. He is loyal and responsible. Look at him cooking, isn't he quite handsome?"
Zhang Jiajia followed the line of sight and curled the corners of her mouth. If we just look at Fan Youcheng's appearance, it is indeed average, far less beautiful than her younger sister Fan Hua, but a person's facial features will change with life experience.
Even Fan Youcheng himself didn't realize that the yellow-haired man with a skinny figure and a bad temper before had become much more mature and stable after a year of settling down. Even his features had become much more handsome and elegant, which made Zhang Jiajia like him more and more.
She smiled and nodded: "He is much more handsome than when I first met him. When I first met him, I felt that he was almost a little punk..."
Fan Hua laughed heartily, "So what now?"
"Now? Right now, I feel like the light in his eyes is particularly bright. I think he's an excellent man with a good sense of humor and a good temper. He's bound to have great things in the future."
Just then, a burnt smell came from the kitchen. Fan Hua and Zhang Jiajia looked at each other and rushed to the kitchen.
I saw Fan Youcheng fumbling around in front of the smoking stove, not knowing what to do.
"Brother, it seems your cooking skills need improvement." Fan Hua joked.
Fan Youcheng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "I wanted to show off my cooking skills, but I messed up. Let's go out to eat. I know a new restaurant that serves really good food."
So the three of them went to the restaurant. At the table, Fan Youcheng enthusiastically planned his future, talking about expanding the photo studio business and opening another branch at a university in Guangzhou. He even said that he had already checked out a house and planned to rent it in a few days.
Fan Hua expressed her support and said proudly, "Brother, go ahead and don't worry. If you run out of money, tell me. I'll be your solid backer."
Zhang Jiajia looked at Fan Youcheng tenderly, her eyes full of admiration and love. "I support you too, keep going!"
Fan Youcheng was so moved that he didn't know what to say. Then his appetite was aroused and he drank two large bowls of rice in a row.
Fan Hua looked at Fan Youcheng, who was full of energy, and felt relieved. The grief that she had suppressed in her heart for the passing of her grandmother had finally faded a lot.
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