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

After lunch, Ji Beixiao said to Xi Yujia: "Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep for a while?"

"Go to my car and get my computer and these things. Have you told your father what happened last night?" Xi Yujia was talking to Ji Beixiao. She actually didn't like talking about these things with Ji Beixiao.

"We talked about it after breakfast. Then he didn't reply to me." Ji Beixiao spoke casually, without any further thoughts.

"Maybe bosses now like to play golf and stay away from work." Xi Yujia said with a smile.

"I'll get you the computer first. Where are your keys?"

"It's in my bag upstairs. Do you want to kiss it first?" Xi Yujia looked at him with a smile. Ji Beixiao would not refuse Xi Yujia.

In the afternoon, Ji Beixiao did some exercise first, then told Xi Yujia about the people who would come to his house for dinner. Basically, they were all men. Ji Beixiao said that some people would bring female companions. Xi Yujia smiled and said, "I'll take you to the vegetable market to buy vegetables!" Xi Yujia smiled. Ji Beixiao had never been to a vegetable market, and the large vegetable market felt a bit like a wholesale market.

We bought a lot of things, driving Xi Yujia's car, mainly because Ji Beixiao's garage had nothing. Ji Beixiao took Xi Yujia to buy groceries without taking a shower, wearing shorts, shorts and sneakers. Xi Yujia bought a lot of tripe, because no one eats it abroad, so he processed it himself and found a slaughterhouse to process it. These sell very well in hot pot restaurants, but not many can be sold in a day.

Xi Yujia was carrying a Hermès bag worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, a pair of very cheap slippers, and wearing short-sleeved shirts and hot pants when she went to the vegetable market. Ji Beixiao would not buy vegetables like this, but Xi Yujia would. Xi Yujia bought things according to demand, because beef and other things can be bought imported at the supermarket, and the same goes for drinks. Ji Beixiao smiled and said, "It's still good to have a wife. I always feel happy when I buy things."

"Do you know that if I hear you say this when I'm in a bad mood, I will slap you?" Xi Yujia asked him with a smile. Ji Beixiao just kissed her on the mouth and left with his things.

Ji Beixiao was driving, and Xi Yujia was sitting there giving him directions. Ji Beixiao smiled and said, "I'm so happy to have my wife giving me directions."

"I'm so annoyed to have a husband like you." Xi Yujia said hypocritically. If there was no place to put the phone, Xi Yujia would not help him with navigation as Ji Beixiao asked!

Shopping in the supermarket is quick. Xi Yujia buys things quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, and he always acts like a boss or a leader.

It was only four o'clock when he got home. Xi Yujia bought things based on the number of people Ji Beixiao mentioned. They were some people he had met in San Francisco and their childhood friends.

"Did you have friends when you were a kid?" Xi Yujia asked Ji Beixiao. Ji Beixiao and Xi Yujia chatted, Xi Yujia put the computer on the kitchen counter, accompanied Ji Beixiao to wash vegetables, and bought hot pot base because Xi Yujia thought it was good.

"Yes! What about you? You are not the kind of friend who is a school classmate!" Ji Beixiao asked Xi Yujia curiously.

"No!" Xi Yujia said, "I was a bit of a loner when I was young, and I didn't get along with many people. As for studying, I only get along with people who are interested in me. Maybe I will meet a lot of people after I return to Suzhou at the end of July. After all, I have a lot of friends."

"Really?" Ji Beixiao smiled and said, "My friends are either rich or wealthy, nothing else. When I was a kid, the ones I played with the best were those I met through my family's business dealings or the children of my parents' friends."

"I understand. My dad's boss' daughter is like this. But friends of people like Wang Zihan and his friends are really rich! So I may be the poorest among Wang Zihan's bridesmaids."

"Not really. Your husband is rich." Ji Beixiao said with a smile.

He didn't know how to make dipping sauces, but Xi Yujia knew how. Fortunately, most people don't eat spicy food, but Ji Beixiao had to make a spicy pot because Xi Yujia liked to eat spicy food.