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Zong Jin followed Dao Wen upstairs, where Zhou Zishuo was waiting at the door to take the shopping bags. Originally, Zhou Zishuo had planned to impress Dao Wen with his cooking skills, as he had recently learned two new dishes and hoped for some praise. However, upon seeing Zong Jin trailing behind Dao Wen, his enthusiasm quickly faded.
Dao Wen turned back and gestured for Zong Jin to hand the shopping bags to Zhou Zishuo. Without acknowledging him, Zhou Zishuo turned and headed to the kitchen. Confused by the sudden tension, Dao Wen asked Zong Jin if they should go out to eat instead, offering to make a reservation.
At that moment, Zhou Zishuo poked his head out of the kitchen, sounding displeased. "Eating out every day isn't good for your health! All that food is full of additives."
Noticing Zhou Zishuo's unusual demeanor, Dao Wen chuckled. "What's with you today? Are you upset with Zong Jin?"
Zhou Zishuo remained silent and retreated back into the kitchen, not showing his face again. Dao Wen changed into her slippers and turned to Zong Jin. "Can you cook?"
Zong Jin thought for a moment and replied that he wasn't completely helpless in the kitchen; he could manage simple dishes. Suddenly realizing he could show off a bit, he exclaimed, "I'll cook today!"
Dao Wen laughed casually. "Oh no, you can't! Just wait and see; you'll get to taste Zhou Zishuo's cooking."
Zong Jin obediently agreed. As long as he was with Dao Wen, he was eager to please her—whatever she said went. He looked around their cozy little home, which was decorated in a stylish manner that reflected Dao Wen's taste.
He felt that Dao Wen was particularly warm today, though he couldn't quite understand why. Ever since their last conversation about cutting ties, she had been much friendlier compared to her previous icy demeanor.
Feeling a warmth in his heart, he smiled unconsciously. Suddenly, a spatula appeared in front of him, startling him.
He looked up to see Zhou Zishuo glaring at him. "If you're just sitting around doing nothing, go help in the kitchen and wash some vegetables!"
Without thinking twice, Zong Jin got up to help. Once outside the confines of Zong Group's building, he shed his boss persona; after all, it was a family request from Dao Wen. This was a perfect opportunity for him to show his willingness to contribute.
Sitting on a small stool surrounded by vegetables, he struggled with the task at hand. Not knowing how to properly sort them, he ended up throwing away good vegetables while keeping the scraps.
Zhou Zishuo was flabbergasted. "Are you serious? Do you have no common sense? You just threw away all the good ones! What are we supposed to eat? Vegetable roots?"
Hearing the commotion, Dao Wen came over and found Zong Jin sitting on a tiny stool like an exasperated little wife, holding a green leaf of vegetable in his hand. The scene was quite comical; this normally robust man looked as if he had been mistreated.
Dao Wen picked up another vegetable and explained patiently to Zong Jin. "This one goes here; don't keep this one. After cleaning them up, boil them for two minutes."
Zong Jin listened intently and nodded earnestly. "Got it!"
Dao Wen stood by quietly observing him and realized that Zong Jin was much more grounded and reliable than she had initially thought.
Zhou Zishuo was sulking, the spatula clanging loudly against the pan as he cooked. Dao Wen shot him a warning glare, exasperated. "Keep it down! You're making a racket!"
Zong Jin was seriously picking vegetables, holding one up for Dao Wen to inspect. "Is this okay?"
Dao Wen found Zong Jin somewhat endearing and curiously asked, "Aren't you worried that Wu Youyou will throw a fit if you don't go home for dinner tonight? By the way, how is she doing?"
Zong Jin paused for a moment before speaking candidly. "Wu Youyou wants me to marry her. She said if we get a marriage certificate, people won't criticize her anymore."
Dao Wen asked, "So, did you agree?"
Zong Jin shook his head. "No, I can't agree to something like that."
Surprisingly, Dao Wen felt a sense of relief at his answer; it was what she had hoped for. She replied cheerfully, "Then based on the current situation, let's just say we're together?"
In an instant, both Zhou Zishuo and Zong Jin froze. The small vegetable sprout in Zong Jin's hand trembled slightly.
Meanwhile, Zhou Zishuo's vegetables had burned in the pan, releasing an unpleasant smell. Dao Wen yelled, "You burned it, you idiot!"
Suddenly, Zong Jin stood up, gripping the vegetable sprout in one hand and pulling Dao Wen's hand with the other. He was so nervous he could barely speak. "Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Dao Wen couldn't help but laugh. "Have you gotten used to being a leader? What's with all the 'okay'?"
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