A life of financial freedom

Under the night, the three of them walked home slowly.

Zhong Rou didn't know where she found a long, straight wooden stick. She was walking and practicing the "Zhong-style stick technique". The stick made Chu Fang's eyes red. He poked his sister-in-law: "Let me play with it."

No man can resist a long and straight gaze, and he is no exception.

"No!"

"Stingy! I love you in vain. I'll give you money."

Zhong Rou looked at the stick and was reluctant to part with it. What a good stick. Chu Fang struck while the iron was hot: "One hundred."

"Deal!"

Zhong Rou took the hundred yuan to buy ice cream, while Chu Fang waved the stick, accompanied by interjections such as "hum ha" in his mouth, and sometimes he would deliberately hit the flowers and plants next to him.

No sense of public morality!

Seeing Zhong Tingyue next to him, she was speechless.

Did she have a boyfriend or meet a kid?

"Do you think Nana and Chang Shen can succeed?" she asked as she walked.

"Difficult." Chu Fang swung the stick, spun it around, and hit the tree trunk hard. "From what I know about Chang Shen, he is disgusted by Yang Meina's behavior. He can talk to Yang Meina these days just out of politeness. Once it exceeds his tolerance, Chang Shen will ignore your Nana and even be quite ruthless."

Chang Shen is a man with high IQ, not an idiot. He has his own ideas and cognition, and will not change his cognition because of some small actions of Yang Meina.

After hearing this, Zhong Tingyue frowned: "What should we do?"

"No way." Chu Fang jumped up and swung the wooden stick into the air, making a rustling sound. "Chang Shen is suitable for living alone. To be honest, I won't be surprised if he commits suicide one day."

"Ah, just ignore him. He is your friend."

"He is a psychologist himself. He can't heal himself. What can I do?"

"Alas!" Zhong Tingyue sighed.

Snap!

Chu Fang swung the stick again and hit the lamppost hard, and then it broke into two.

In an instant, his heart was broken. He looked at Zhong Tingyue eagerly and said pitifully: "Ms. Zhong, it's broken."

It was as if his life was broken.

"Be good, be good..." Zhong Tingyue touched his face and coaxed Chu Fang like a child.

... ...

In the next few days, Chu Fang felt a solemn atmosphere enveloping him, his back was cold, and he was sweating.

On this day, he went straight into Zhong Tingyue's office without knocking, and sat carelessly in her seat. The content of the computer instantly caught his eye.

He saw that it was not a work plan, but a recipe.

He immediately knew where the feeling of something was wrong came from.

At this moment, a red light flashed in his mind, accompanied by the urgent sound of the ambulance.

Damn it!

This woman is looking at the recipe.

I'm going to suffer!

"Ms. Zhong, are you going to cook?" He looked up at Zhong Tingyue and forced a smile on his face.

"Yes." Zhong Tingyue nodded without hesitation, "I have a lot of free time recently, so I'll learn some new skills."

"There's no need to learn how to cook."

Zhong Tingyue tilted her head: "What? Don't you believe in my cooking?"

"It's not that I don't believe, but I want to live."

Again, anyone can cook by following the recipe. Those who say they can't cook are just lazy. Zhong Tingyue can, of course, but she thinks that cooking with industrial seasonings is soulless. She always believes that cooking with 'touch' is soulful and the most delicious.

"Believe me, I've read a lot of recipes and have mastered cooking skills perfectly." Zhong Tingyue raised her chin slightly, "Now I am... so strong!"

Chu Fang's heart was trembling.

"I'm good enough at cooking at home, you just need to help. If it doesn't work, we can hire a few aunts in the future. You don't need to cook, so as not to hurt yourself. Cooking will affect your skin and make you age and wrinkle easily..."

Chu Fang was also very strong at this moment. His mind was working fast, thinking of various reasons to persuade this woman.

Zhong Tingyue's mouth was crescent-shaped: "Do you feel nothing about me if I become ugly?"

"That's not what I mean. My..."

"Then don't say it. I've made up my mind. You just wait to taste the delicious food."

"..."

Chu Fang was not feeling well all day and fell into a panic.

After get off work, they did not go home as usual, but went to the home appliance store first.

Because Zhong Tingyue was looking at baked foods, cakes, biscuits and the like, it was necessarySpecial household appliances, including ovens, electric egg beaters, cake molds, high-temperature gloves, etc.

Chu Fang reminded: "Electronic scales."

"No need!" Zhong Tingyue waved her hand, very casually, "A true god chef doesn't need electronic scales."

"..."

Back home, Chu Fang told Zhong Rou about Zhong Tingyue's idea, and Zhong Rou's face changed.

She knew her sister's cooking skills very well, and she couldn't say it was bad, but she could only say... it was very bad.

She also tried to dissuade her.

But Zhong Tingyue insisted on her own way, tied her hair up high, neatly and cleanly, and put on a floral apron. She turned from an urban white-collar worker into a good wife and mother, with skin as white as snow and a faint pink on her cheeks, and immediately went to the kitchen.

"Hey, don't say, it's pretty good." Chu Fang looked at the graceful back, with admiration in his eyes.

Zhong Rou was so anxious: "It's already this time, brother-in-law, don't spoil my sister, hurry up and persuade her."

"It's okay, I believe your sister." Chu Fang said righteously.

Can I persuade her?

Are you too confident in me?

Why do I feel so sad?

Watching her sister busy in the kitchen and listening to the ding-dong sound, Zhong Rou gave up the idea of ​​persuading her sister. It was too late. She could only make the last effort and call Wen Qing. If she didn't reply to Wen Qing in half an hour, she hoped that Wen Qing would come to save her.

She was still young and wanted to live. The most important thing was that she still had a lot of money to spend, and she couldn't die like this.

From sunset to nightfall, Zhong Tingyue locked herself in the kitchen, busy for more than two hours, and finally came out with food.

Chu Fang also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the kitchen didn't explode.

Zhong Tingyue's cheeks were slightly flushed due to the heat, as if it was a natural blush given by nature. There were crystal beads of sweat on her forehead, and her figure was elegant.

"You two must be waiting impatiently." She said as she walked, "Delicious food requires patience. Only time can prove what is the best. You two will definitely look at me with new eyes after eating it."

As she said that, she put the food on the table. It was homemade crispy biscuits, neatly arranged on the plate, showing an attractive golden color, with slightly raised edges and a faint fragrance.

Chu Fang and Zhong Rou looked at each other, and both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

This appearance and this fragrance are very different from what they imagined.

Did Zhong Tingyue really learn to bake cookies after reading the recipe for a few days?

Zhong Tingyue understood what they were thinking, and there was a little pride in her voice: "I am a genius! Genius does not need to be explained."