After the breakup, the wealthy and powerful man doted on me to the heavens

Sang Yu's cell phone was thrown on the sofa.

She is worried that her relatives and friends will be anxious if they cannot contact her. After all, she lives alone now, and losing contact will make many people worried.

Ji Huaichuan decided to help her recharge her batteries first.

"Teacher Sang, where is the charger?"

Sang Yu thought Ji Huaichuan wanted to charge his own mobile phone, so he said without looking back: "It's in the coffee table drawer, you can find it yourself."

She noticed during the last meal that the two of them had the same brand of mobile phones.

But the models are different.

Ji Huaichuan's was custom-made, but hers was just a model worth a few thousand yuan.

I don’t know if her charger is suitable?But he should bring his own data cable.

"What do you want to eat?"

Ji Huaichuan is not picky about food, "I will eat whatever is available at home."

In the refrigerator, there are food sent by my parents from the countryside, including bacon, ham sausages, and vacuum-packed butchered native chickens.

Other than that, there are fresh vegetables she bought herself.

Take everything out and put it on the cooking table.

Sang Yu planned to steam a plate of sausages, roast chicken with taro, and boil cabbage hearts.

Enough for two people.

Ji Huaichuan found the charger and charged Sang Yu's mobile phone.

Turn on.

A large list of messages popped up immediately, but he didn't read it.

Placed haphazardly on the table.

"need my help?"

"Need not."

Sang Yu has already stewed the rice and only needs to stir-fry two more dishes.

Most importantly, she was afraid that this man would be a disservice.

Ji Huaichuan rolled up his sleeves, "If I don't do anything, wouldn't I be a freeloader?"

Sang Yu glanced at him lightly, her meaning self-evident.

Ji Huaichuan was so angry that he wanted to kiss her again.

I picked up the taro and started washing it. I thought to myself, what kind of vegetable is this? Why does it still have hair?

The kitchen was small, Ji Huaichuan occupied the sink, and Sang Yu could only do other things.

Cut the sausage into slices of suitable thickness, place it on a plate and put it in the steamer.

Steam for 10 minutes and it's ready.

"Young Master, have you finished washing?"

Ji Huaichuan asked her calmly, "Does this need to be peeled?"

"Otherwise, how about eating it with the skin on?" Sang Yu asked.

Ji Huaichuan found that Sang Yu seemed to have let go of himself and was no longer the obedient person he was before.

Now I dare to confront him!

If he doesn't work hard, his family status will be in doubt in the future.

"Well, give me the knife and I'll peel it."

Sang Yu looked suspicious, "Are you okay?"

"Okay." Ji Huaichuan gritted his teeth, "It's okay, don't worry."

Only then did Sang Yu realize that he seemed to have talked about a sensitive topic.

He quickly handed the paring knife to Ji Huaichuan, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ji."

He raised his hand arrogantly, "This one is too small, just use a kitchen knife."

Ji Huaichuan had never used a paring knife before. He was afraid of embarrassing himself in front of Sang Yu, so he thought it would be easier to use a kitchen knife to avoid overturning.

Sang Yu pursed her lips and handed the kitchen knife into Ji Huaichuan's hand. "Be careful. I can't afford to pay for it if you get hurt."

His hand probably didn't have separate insurance.

Ji Huaichuan touched the blade and said, "You must be looking down on others."

He may not be as good as Sang Yu in doing detailed work, but he won't hurt himself if he peels the skin with a kitchen knife.

One strike, the sword technique is fast and accurate.

The cut skin is quite thick.

"I'm not familiar with it. I'll gain experience if I do it more in the future."

Sang Yu nodded, "You'd better stop talking, it will make you look guilty."

Ji Huaichuan has nothing to do with Sang Yu in his life, "We are all adults, and we have to take responsibility for what we say and do. Teacher Sang should understand this, right?"

Sang Yu looked at him warily, "What else is Mr. Ji up to?"

"What bad thoughts can I have?"

Ji Huaichuan's eyes fell on the taro. Although his peeling technique was unfamiliar, it could be seen that he was getting better at it.

The peeled skin is obviously not as thick as before.

After more than ten minutes, the peeling task was finally completed.

"How's it going?" Ji Huaichuan raised his eyebrows, "I remember I said the last time we met that I have the potential to be a good husband. Does this count as proving myself now?"

Sang Yu ignored him.

"Wash vegetables."

Ji Huaichuan clicked his tongue, now he was getting more and more comfortable with him.

Teacher Sang doesn't seem to know that he never works for free.