"Here, wipe this."
Chen Mingming brought over some tissues from the living room.
Only then did Zhao Le notice the blood on his face. He smiled sheepishly, then took the tissue and began wiping it off.
Chen Mingming glanced at the neatly chopped ribs on the cutting board and said casually, "Your knife skills are pretty good. Have you ever considered becoming a chef?"
Zhao Le chuckled. "I only know these few tricks. They're fine for cooking at home, but if I really went to work as a chef in a restaurant, I'd probably get laughed to death."
Chen Mingming nodded and leaned casually against the refrigerator beside him, chatting like a classmate. "Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"
Discussing future career paths was perfectly normal among students.
Zhao Le murmured in response and looked out the window, seeming to hold on to some hope. "A lawyer, I guess? My major is law, after all."
"To uphold justice?" Chen Mingming asked curiously.
Zhao Le smiled rather bashfully. He picked up the cleaver and swept the bones aside, then began slicing ginger. "Does that sound stupid? Lawyers who uphold justice basically don't make much money, right?"
"Lawyers here are very different from those abroad in many ways." Chen Mingming spoke indifferently. "They're also different from the lawyers portrayed in Hong Kong movies."
Zhao Le nodded without saying anything. After finishing the ginger, he began trimming the vegetables. "What about you? What do you want to do in the future? Your grades in profiling are so good. Are you planning to follow in your father's footsteps?"
"We'll see." Chen Mingming lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.
Back then, Chen Mingming's parents had separated and eventually divorced, all very quietly. His classmates knew nothing about his