Seeing his unguarded smile, Ji Yanzhi felt his heart soften, and his voice grew gentler too. "Do you want to open a steamed bun shop because you really like eating them?"
Ji Ting thought for a moment. "I just think that when the buns are freshly steamed, all white and soft, especially when you lift the lid and the steam rises, it looks..." He paused, then found the word. "Homey."
The word "homey" was utterly foreign to Ji Yanzhi, yet somehow, hearing the scene Ji Ting described gave him a sense of peace he had never felt before.
Suddenly, Ji Yanzhi thought selling steamed buns sounded pretty good. Who said a genius had to go into research? Besides, if Ji Ear made steamed buns, they would surely be the best in the world.
The corners of his mouth lifted as he reached up and ruffled Ji Ting's hair. "Not bad. If you open a shop someday, I'll invest."
Ji Ting looked at him for a while, then asked, "What about you? What's your dream?"
Ji Yanzhi's hand paused briefly. "Mine?"
"Yeah."
At that question, Ji Yanzhi suddenly realized he had no dream. There was one thing he had always wanted to do, though: strip Ji Shize of everything and make his life worse than death.
But associating that name with a dream somehow felt like defiling the dream itself.
He fell silent for a long while before saying, "Hmm... Since you're going to sell steamed buns, I'll open a flour mill."
Ji Yanzhi curled his lips, his tone full of teasing. "Then I'll buy up every other flour mill, and when you come to buy flour, I'll charge you the highest price."
Ji Ting frowned. "That's malicious monopolization of the market. The government will punish you."
Ji Yanzhi couldn't help