Helping Others Brings Joy

Helping Others Brings Joy. Zhuang Jianhui lifted a foot and gave Lin Zida a kick.

Though Lin Zida was chubby, he was surprisingly nimble. With a single step back, he easily dodged it.

Without exaggeration, this bowl of egg-fried rice was the most delicious egg-fried rice Zhuang Jianhui had ever eaten in his life.

The immense frustration caused by the vast gap in their fried-rice skills was unexpectedly healed by the food after he took a couple of bites.

At that moment, Zhuang Jianhui truly understood why Wei Shanshan used to post so many WeChat Moments saying, "Desserts heal a bad mood."

He ate with such gusto that he looked like Uncle Zhang standing at the doorway with a bowl in hand, shoveling down food.

Xue Yuantong's bowls were small to begin with, and the rice had been split evenly between Zhuang Jianhui and Lin Zida, leaving each of them with an especially tiny portion.

The half-bowl of rice was quickly gone, but Zhuang Jianhui still wanted more.

He exchanged a look with Lin Xiaopang. In the end, Zhuang Jianhui tactfully said, "Here's the thing. You should know that I've recently started running a stall, so I want to learn..."

Before he could finish.

Holding her bowl, Xue Yuantong tactfully refused, "You can't learn it. You don't have the talent."

"Uh..." Zhuang Jianhui froze.

He added, "I think my talent is pretty decent, though."

Xue Yuantong said, "Talented people don't need to learn. I figured it out myself."

Zhuang Jianhui's eye twitched. The pride in his heart rose up, and he nearly blurted out, I'm paying that old master twenty thousand a month. I can pay you two hundred thousand a month to teach me.

But the words reached his lips and were swallowed back down.

Zhuang Jianhui knew Jiang