When Yu Ping called Yan Ningke, he was in the kitchen making little fried dough twists.
Since his hands were covered in dough, Shao Ke, whom he had coaxed over to taste-test, answered for him.
Honestly, if Yu Ping did not contact him every so often, Yan Ningke would almost forget he was a minor celebrity too.
Yu Ping did not go into the specifics of the job. He only said it was an ad and told him to come to the company tomorrow morning.
Once the call ended, Yan Ningke wilted.
No wage slave could hear their boss assigning work during their time off without losing their mind.
Shao Ke glanced at him. "If you really don't want to do it, you don't have to go."
Yan Ningke did not answer. He turned on the tap to wash his hands.
Actually, he could not say he loved this job all that much, but he did not particularly hate it either. He had not forgotten how moved he had felt upon discovering that people liked and encouraged him.
Those fans' eyes were clear and pure, without any other emotions in them, only sincerity and affection, hoping he could do better.
After a moment's thought, Yan Ningke said, "I'm going! I love working! Work makes me happy!"
Shao Ke: "..."
If you weren't gritting your back teeth, I'd believe you.
Actually, as far as he was concerned, it did not matter whether Yan Ningke worked or not. Even setting aside his own ability to support him, all that mattered was whether Yan Ningke wanted to.
Shao Ke had no grand dreams. After meeting him, he only hoped he would be happy.
As long as Yan Ningke was happy, that was enough.
With the taste test of the little fried dough twists