Xia Qinghuan sat on the sofa and chimed in, "Xiao Ai, you have to cherish this opportunity. When I become famous in the future, Brother Jin will be the famous Manager Chen. His hands won't be used for cooking anymore."
Jian Ai nodded. "That's right. He'll be a famous person in the future. I won't dare to let him cook for me."
Jian Ai's relationship with Chen Jin was not distant just because they had not seen each other for so long. In Jian Ai's heart, she still treated Chen Jin as her brother, and Chen Jin was the same.
While the others were talking in the living room, Jian Ai went into the kitchen alone. Chen Jin was steaming a carp in a pot and stewing soup in another casserole.
"How many dishes are there?" Jian Ai craned her neck to look and asked.
Chen Jin cut the garlic neatly and said, "It'll be done soon. You're hungry, right?"
Jian Ai chuckled. "I wasn't hungry at first, but when I smelled the familiar fragrance, I became hungry."
