His song "So Arrogant" and Su Ziming's "Ten Years" were about to be released, too.
Wouldn't even more people come knocking then?
Would they still refuse to leave him alone after he retired?
Surely not. If he insisted he had no songs, who could force him?
But since Sister Man had asked, he couldn't simply ignore her.
Ugh, these people really were trying every possible way to force him into being their hired hand.
What a headache.
In the kitchen downstairs, Zhuang Qiao stood at the stove in an apron, oil sizzling in the pan. He turned to look at Li Rou, who was washing scallions at the sink, and called out:
"Li Rou, could you pass me that dish of minced garlic?"
Li Rou wiped her hands, picked up the dish, and handed it over.
Su Ziming was slicing green peppers on the cutting board nearby, while Fang Yi stood beside him trimming green beans, occasionally turning his head to say something to him.
Sometimes Su Ziming answered, and sometimes he didn't. Fang Yi didn't mind; a smile stayed on his lips the whole time.
Lin Xi watched from the kitchen doorway for a while with her chin in her hand, decided she didn't belong there, and went back to the living room to play on her phone.
Zhang Fengxi lacked that awareness. Seeing everyone in the kitchen paired off while Yu Xiuyuan was absent, he thought his opportunity had arrived.
Yun Chuan was preparing a piece of beef brisket when Zhang Fengxi sidled up and asked, "What are you making, God Yun?"
"Beef brisket stewed with tomatoes."
Yu Xiuyuan had eaten quite a bit of it at the private dining restaurant last time, so he probably liked it.
Zhang Fengxi nodded without saying much, then turned to take