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

After being woken up by James early in the morning, Wang Zihan had a good meal and told the housekeeper that he would not be at home for the next two days and asked them to prepare some delicious food. Wang Zihan also bought a little gift, although it was not much. Last time he only bought a little gift. James said that it would be enough to give some food, so this time Wang Zihan gave something practical.

When James is driving, Wang Zihan is sometimes afraid that James may suffer from road rage, because she often encounters Americans like that. But fortunately, James is very calm. When something happens, he takes out his self-defense weapons. He is not afraid of others causing trouble, but he does not cause trouble himself.

When they arrived in Manhattan, Wang Zihan would face everything with a smile, but sometimes when she thought about meeting James' parents again, she still felt a little nervous. There was a nanny at his house, but this time it was James' mom and dad who came together to open the door.

"Hi! Isabella." James' mother Olivia said to Wang Zihan with a smile.

"Hi! Olivia, Evan." Wang Zihan said with a smile. Generally speaking, she always felt that her voice had an extra clip whenever she talked to James' parents.

On Black Friday, Xi Yujia drove his pickup truck to see Ji Beixiao. But Ji Beixiao looked down on Xi Yujia and said, "Park your car next to my garage and get another one!" He pouted while looking down on him.

"Are you so disgusted? Then I'll change one!" Xi Yujia said as he drove towards his garage. After parking, Ji Beixiao opened the garage. There were only two cars, one was the Porsche Cayenne he had seen before, and the other was a Ferrari sports car.

Xi Yujia smiled and said, "Why, which one do you think is suitable for you to take me for a ride?"

Ji Beixiao was originally acting very cool and arrogant, but upon hearing this, he immediately smiled and said, "Is this Ferrari?"

"I don't know where to put the stuff, let's go to that one!" Xi Yujia also said disdainfully: "Hurry up, I have an appointment with the salesperson."

"Okay!" Ji Beixiao said as he took out the key and handed it to Xi Yujia, saying, "Open it!"

Xi Yujia got in the car first. It was not the first time for Ji Beixiao to ride in a car driven by Xi Yujia. In fact, Xi Yujia was a bit aggressive when driving. Xi Yujia drove to the city center. After having someone park the car, Ji Beixiao asked Xi Yujia where he was going.

"Let's go to Hermes first!"

"That's the ultimate move you make right when you get here?"

"I know that rich people don't use Hermès." Xi Yujia said and smiled, as if explaining something.

When she reached the door, she entered very quickly because she had an appointment. Xi Yujia got straight to the point with the salesperson and asked for a custom-made dress. After selecting the style, she gave some ideas herself. In the end, she bought six pieces in total. The salesperson also smiled and asked her if she needed anything to package them.

"What can I buy today?" Xi Yujia's British English was extremely advanced and unique.

"I need to check the inventory for this first. Miss Xi, do you need to check the other items?" The salesperson smiled and checked the inventory on his phone for her, then asked, "Would you like to buy some for your boyfriend as well?"

"He doesn't need it, and besides, he is not my boyfriend." Xi Yujia replied politely to the salesperson.

"Sorry, I thought it was! Very handsome." The salesperson apologized with a smile. Ji Beixiao, who was sitting next to him, was happy. After taking a sip of water, he continued to cross his legs and look at Xi Yujia.

In the end, Xi Yujia bought two bags and seven pieces of clothing totaling more than one million yuan. Before swiping the card, Ji Beixiao asked, "You spent 10 million yuan in just one hour?"

"Hmm? Is it a bit difficult for you, Young Master Ji?" Xi Yujia asked him curiously, but his words were actually quite kind.

"No!" Ji Beixiao said in a pleasant and low voice.