Don't Compare Them with Us

"Beijing University is pretty good. Back when I was still in China, I had a friend at Beijing University. He wrote to me a few days ago and said he's already become a section chief now. Hahaha!"

Xia Zemin did not "take offense" at Li Ye. Judging by his hearty laughter, he seemed beneath competing with a young man like Li Ye, who had not even graduated with a bachelor's degree.

After laughing, he said to Sister Zhen, "Shujun and I are going to talk with Jiao Yaqiang. Xizhen, do you want to come along?"

Sister Zhen said flatly, "I'm a rough-handed firewood girl, not some delicate young lady whose fingers have never touched spring water. I need to cook for everyone. I don't have time to accompany people in idle chatter."

"..."

Xia Zemin smiled and shook his head, then waved a large bag in his hand. "I brought plenty of beef too. Later, I'll let everyone try the new skill I learned."

Sister Zhen looked at him disdainfully. "You knew how to cook? I thought you'd gone and found yourself another cook! But don't be fooled just because Ruan Shujun works at a restaurant—she's not like Jiang Minzhi, who actually knows how to cook!"

"..."

"Xizhen, you still have the same temper as before. You haven't changed one bit."

Xia Zemin glanced awkwardly at Sister Zhen, then left with Ruan Shujun.

After they had walked several steps away, Li Ye, whose hearing was exceptionally sharp, faintly caught the whispers between Ruan Shujun and Xia Zemin.

"So what if he's a section chief? He only makes a little over a hundred dollars a month."

"You can't put it that way. My friend might be promoted to division chief in a few years..."

"A division chief only makes a few