The young master stopped being a CEO and started learning how to cook

Xi Yujia didn't touch anything in his room. The cloakroom was large but very tidy. He probably hired a part-time worker to clean it up. There were a lot of dirty clothes in his pockets. He basically didn't wash his own clothes, which was considered hypocritical and useless in many big families in the United States. Because Americans don't wash clothes by hand, they wash them in the washing machine and then dry them.

After Xi Yujia went out, he went to the room that Ji Beixiao had prepared for him. The bed was a light champagne color, and the other things were also white, a light color. It seemed that the decoration had just been completed not long ago. Even though the odor had been removed, everything felt new, but there was no carpet. There was a carpet under the bed in Ji Beixiao's room. Even if there was no carpet in other places, some blankets on the bed could be seen to be very expensive. The cloakroom was very large, and it should have been designed like this by the original owner. There were three bedrooms on the second floor, and this was considered the second bedroom. It was worth Xi Yujia's attention that there were actually several nightgowns and pajamas hanging in the cloakroom, as well as furry slippers, and the rest were empty.

Xi Yujia walked to the study room between the two rooms. It was made of red solid wood. It seemed that Ji Beixiao really liked this color. There was another room on the other side of Ji Beixiao's room. Perhaps because of the bad orientation, Xi Yujia was not allowed to live in that room. It was used as a guest room. After pushing it open, he saw that the clothes rack was open and connected to the main room. It was very similar to the layout of Xi Yujia's home, increasing the usability and spaciousness of the room.

After going downstairs, Ji Beixiao was still in the kitchen preparing food, and it seemed that he had also stewed soup. Xi Yujia walked over to his side and looked up and asked him: "Can I hug you from behind?"

"Well! You can hug me however you want." Ji Beixiao smiled, bent down and kissed her.

Xi Yujia smiled, as if to say that you are very sensible!

Xi Yujia reached out to hug Ji Beixiao's waist and rested his head on his left shoulder. Ji Beixiao didn't say much and continued to process the shrimp. Xi Yujia smiled and asked him: "Beixiao, your dish tonight is a big dish!"

"When have you never eaten the food I carefully prepared for you?" Ji Beixiao asked her puzzledly.

"Yes, it has evolved from the original stir-fried 'shredded potatoes' to soup and fried shrimp. Don't make too much, or you won't be able to eat it."

"It's okay." What Ji Beixiao wanted to say was that if he couldn't finish it, he could just throw it away. He never imagined that a year later he would make more for Xi Yujia to bring to school.

“Do you know that you actually cook two dishes a day? Gradually, it will make me look forward to it every day, which is great.” Xi Yujia smiled and told Ji Beixiao in another way not to waste. Perhaps to many friends, Xi Yujia is a person who has suffered. Although he may be excessively extravagant, he also has the "virtue" of saving.

"Really?" Ji Beixiao asked her with a smile, his face full of doubts as to whether it was true. He had never thought about these things. He always wanted to show Xi Yujia how generous he was to her.

"Yes! When did I lie to you? I am telling you the truth. I am not afraid that you will waste it, but you can't ask me to come over the next day to eat the leftovers! If I think that the food you cook is delicious and not wasteful, I will feel uncomfortable." Xi Yujia said, and she understood the charm of words.

"Okay!" Ji Beixiao smiled. Xi Yujia just smiled and hugged him for a while before letting go and letting him continue to cheer on his own.