Nan Gongtian’s mother had a friend who opened a cooking training class in Central, Hong Kong.

Lasting three months with thirty lessons in total, the tuition fee was sixty-eight thousand Hong Kong dollars. It was clearly the kind of high-end gourmet class specially set up for wealthy ladies.

Upon hearing the news, Nan Gongtian signed up.

With few courses in university, and some tedious and uninteresting papers that could be passed on to others, her personal time was quite ample.

When he had no money, Su Yehao always felt sorry for her wasting money.

Now, looking at it from a different perspective, it was good for the little girl to find something to do, to relax and reduce stress.

When she was happy, he felt relaxed too. Spending a little money to gain a harmonious life was really worth it.

It was January 20th.

Nan Gongtian specially told the maids at home not to cook. In the evening, she came home with more than two pounds of lobster, as well as baby octopus, oysters, scallops and other ingredients, and eagerly put on her apron to start preparing.

Su Yehao crossed his legs and sat at the dining table reading a newspaper.

The front page reported that according to long-term tracking surveys by sociologists, children who often travel and see the world from an early age are more likely to succeed and live happier lives when they grow up.

Just as he thought it made sense, he unexpectedly saw the conclusion stating, "Because often sending children out to travel indicates that the family conditions are relatively good."

He almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Thinking about it carefully, it made a lot of sense. He had to say that the sociologist hit the nail on the head.

He casually threw the newspaper into the trash can.

Su Yehao stood up, stretched, and walked into the kitchen. He saw two maids helping Nan Gongtian, responsible for washing oysters, gutting lobsters and baby octopus.

As for Nan Gongtian, she was curiously watching from the side. When she saw Su Yehao, she smiled and said:

"You go ahead and do your thing, I'll call you when dinner is ready. Oh, Jiang Yu borrowed a cooking book, go and get it for me, it will be useful later, she might sign up for the class with me."

Su Yehao pointed to the large pile of seafood and asked curiously: "In class, does the teacher buy you these things to practice with?"

"Yes, I already made it once this afternoon, and if I hadn't put too much salt, the taste would have been great." The little girl shamelessly flattered herself.

Already preparing to grit his teeth and eat dinner, Su Yehao said, "No wonder the tuition is so expensive, it seems quite worth it, an Australian lobster costs hundreds of dollars."

"Our teacher is a professional chef, fifteen Chinese food classes, fifteen Western food classes, you're in for a treat."

He remained noncommittal.

Su Yehao silently thought, he was probably going to lose weight next.

Fortunately, there was a teacher responsible for training, and the maids were helping out, so he didn't have to worry about some dark cuisine, so he let her do whatever she wanted.

Cooking is not easy, especially the accumulated effort of cooking every day, which is even more tiring.

He was guessing how long the little girl could persist this time, probably like the gym membership card, bought in a moment of excitement, and then left to gather dust at home most of the time.

However.

Compared with others, she had it easier when cooking.

Someone helped prepare the ingredients, and she didn't need to wash the dishes afterwards. After these tedious steps were removed, simply cooking wasn't actually that troublesome.

…

Jiang Yu had already returned, but he didn't see her in the living room.

Su Yehao went upstairs to the guest room to get the cookbook for the little girl.

Her room was separated from the master bedroom by a study, a cloakroom, and a long corridor, avoiding the trouble of "eavesdropping" in the middle of the night.

Anyway, there were many rooms in the house, and having a guest like Jiang Yu at home made it a little more lively. It was also convenient for Su Yehao to go to Nong Qingying, so that Nan Gongtian wouldn't be bored alone at home.

This was one of the deeper reasons why Su Yehao insisted on inviting Jiang Yu to live with him even after moving out of the apartment rented last year.

In addition, having a little beauty at home, even if he couldn't get his hands on her, was quite pleasing to the eye.

Lost in thought.

Arriving at the door of the guest room, Su Yehao directly opened the door.

The scene in front of him brought his thoughts back to reality. He saw Jiang Yu wearing a pink suit, the kind that was light and flimsy, with lace trim.

Long legs, slender waist, all in full view.

Jiang Yu was standing on an electronic scale, turned her head and saw Su Yehao, and was startled, almost screaming.

Su Yehao was very embarrassed, he forgot to knock. He quickly composed himself and pretended to be calm, and took the lead in asking: "Getting ready to go swimming? Nan Gong asked me to get the cookbook, where did you put it?"

Jiang Yu hugged her arms, hurriedly grabbed the blanket on the bed, draped it over herself, gritted her teeth and lowered her voice to question: "Can't you knock? Nan Gong is still at home, you want to die!"

After listening.

Su Yehao looked strange, seized on her words, and smiled: "Got it, it's okay when she's not at home?"

"… Bah! I mean she'll overthink things and misunderstand. You're really shameless, are you doing it on purpose?"

Jiang Yu was a virgin, not only thin-skinned, but also simple in life.

Fortunately, similar misunderstandings had happened more than once, and there had been even more embarrassing scenes. Over time, she became numb.

Seeing that Jiang Yu was not really angry, Su Yehao unscrupulously teased: "Just weighing yourself, and you even took off your clothes."

"What do you know, jeans weigh more than a pound!"

Although the styles were similar, being in the room and being at the swimming pool were ultimately different.

Su Yehao avoided this topic and continued to ask: "Where's the book? Seeing how thin you are, eat more of Nan Gong's cooking tonight."

"…"

Living together for some time, Jiang Yu had never seen Nan Gongtian cook.

She tightly wrapped the small blanket around herself, took the cookbook from the bedside table and gave it to Su Yehao, and said angrily: "I know what bad idea you have, the dishes are made for you to eat, don't think about using me as a guinea pig!"

Su Yehao calmly said: "I'll tell her later that you're looking forward to it and are ready to eat heartily."

Before going out, he turned back and added: "Oh, congratulations, you've finally grown into a big girl."

Jiang Yu understood in seconds.

Her face turned red as if it was about to burst into flames.

After Su Yehao left her room, the girl became angry, but then began to feel smug again.

Certain issues had always been Jiang Yu's concern, but with age, she had gradually improved.

It was rare for someone to notice her secret. Although it sounded a bit strange, Su Yehao's discerning eye did make Jiang Yu feel proud.

Of course, neither of them would mention the small accident in the room to Nan Gongtian. It was better to avoid trouble. Only someone whose brain was pinched by a door would court disaster…

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The sky had just darkened.

An exquisite seafood platter was brought to the dining table by the maid.

The ingredients were handled by the maids, and the seasonings were pre-mixed by the training class teacher. If the little girl had any contribution, it was probably buying the ingredients and supervising, and putting the seasonings into the pot herself.

This did not prevent Nan Gongtian from being in high spirits, saying that she had worked hard to make the dishes.

Pre-mixing the seasoning packs was definitely a great move, otherwise the reputation of the training class would easily be ruined by students like Nan Gongtian who had zero foundation.

After tasting it and finding it tasted good, Su Yehao ate and praised, flattering her with fluent words.

As for what he really thought in his heart, that didn't matter…