Chapter 10 (2/2)

Ah Nan anxiously jogged to Xiang Yi’s side and stared at her. “My dear, did you get kidnapped to come here? Like in the novel where the overbearing CEO shuts you in and won’t let you leave? You have to stay and be his pet canary…”

Xiang Yi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Don’t worry, our country has reliable criminal law. This is the house my mother left me. No one is restricting my freedom.”

Ah Nan breathed a sigh of relief, then curiously asked, “Why do you have so many vegetable plots? The soil texture here doesn’t seem fit for farming.”

He knew little of Xiang Yi’s family background, but was aware that she came from wealth, so he wasn’t that surprised.

“Oh, it used to be a golf course, but it was renovated.”

Ah Nan: ???

He was in a daze. ‘Are all rich people’s lives this simple, down to earth, and unpretentious…’

“It’s time to eat. There’s some leftover rice from yesterday. How about egg fried rice?” Xiang Yi turned to ask.

Ah Nan: “Huh? Do you have a maid? I don’t know how to cook…”

In his subconscious, he knew that Xiang Yi didn’t know how to either.

“I do.”

“…My dear, you’re amazing! Truly amazing!” Ah Nan boasted without conscience. As a manager who prided himself in kissing ass, it had become his professional accomplishment to applaud his own idols.

“Hey, my dear, you haven’t shown your face in a long time. How about live-streaming your cooking process?”

So what if it was bound to be ‘black stir-fry’*? Views were views.

Ah Nan comforted himself in an optimistic spirit. No matter how disgusting Xiang Yi’s cooking was, he would brace himself for death and take a bite.

*Translator’s Note: ‘Black stir-fry’ refers to a term from the Japanese manga ‘Chuka Ichiban’ and has become adapted into internet slang to describe foods from mysterious origins often bought at road stalls. It’s also used to describe food produced by amateurs, or food that is unconventional and not accepted by general standards.