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Just as Su Jianjian finished speaking, he stopped in his tracks. A pair of eyes that were tainted with fire stared at her, "Su Jianjian, what did I say before, have you forgotten?"

Su Jianjian's body trembled uncontrollably, but he still shrunk his neck and replied, "Director Ye, you did say that no woman is allowed in, but I think that Miss Cheng is different from the others. A girl as beautiful as her, living alone outside is not safe, especially with Mr Cheng's daughter.

Su Jianjian said clearly.

Ye Sijue's eyes suddenly turned to her, and snorted, "I didn't think that you would plan so far ahead. You've said so many things that are beneficial to me, but the only thing you've not said is that it's beneficial to you. Su Jianjian, do you think that I don't know what you're thinking?"

Ye Sijue's gaze seemed to be able to see through him.

Su Jianjian said unnaturally, "Mr. Ye, I am only proposing from your standpoint, what can be good for me?"

Su Jianjian said weakly.

Ye Sijue coldly snorted, "Su Jianjian, your selfishness is written all over your face, cut the crap and go wash these clean."

Ye Sijue handed over a handful of vegetables.

Su Jianjian took it, but did not understand what he was trying to do.

After she washed the vegetables, she realised that Ye Sijue had already tied on his apron. His tall figure was standing next to the stove with the shovel in one hand.

Su Jianjian could not help but open his eyes wide. Mr. Ye, who was blaming her for not being able to cook, was now preparing to cook for him?

Su Jianjian was in disbelief.

But thinking about it, Su Jianjian had eaten the breakfast he made last time, so he was not too surprised.

However, I heard that there are very few men in the mortal world who can cook, so Mr. Ye is quite precious, at least they can cook.

Thinking that way, Su Jianjian immediately took out his phone and took a beautiful picture of Ye Sijue's figure cooking.

She wanted to send this photo to Cheng Jiajia. This was an extremely precious additional item in the woman's heart.

Thinking about it this way, Su Jianjian found Cheng Jiajia's WeChat, and following the way she taught him, she sent the photo out.

After she sent it out, she couldn't help but sigh at how convenient and quick the communication method of mortals was. As a Rogue Immortal who had lived for hundreds of years, she also sighed at how quick the communication method of mortals was.

Just as Su Jianjian was thinking, a message came in with a ring of his phone.

"Jian Jianjie, you live with uncle."

Seeing Cheng Jiajia's reply, Su Jianjian suddenly remembered that Cheng Jiajia still did not know about him staying at Ye Sijue's house.

So she made up a line of text.

"Yeah, but I'm just a gatekeeper."

Cheng Jiajia quickly replied this time.

"What's the meaning of watching the door?"

Su Jianjian felt sad in his heart.

But she didn't edit it that way, so she wrote: "It's something like a maid."

"Oh." Cheng Jiajia sent an emoji that was rubbing its head.

Su Jianjian quickly asked, "Oh right, Miss Cheng, can you cook?"

"Cooking?" Cheng Jiajia, who was on the other side of the phone, was completely confused.

Su Jianjian thought that it was impossible for Cheng Jiajia to know how to cook, but from her observation of Ye Sijue, it seemed that in his eyes, women should know how to cook, which meant that he actually liked women who can cook.

Su Jianjian felt that this was a possibility, and it was similar to the Li Feier from before, who didn't seem to know how to cook. In other words, if Cheng Jiajia knew how to cook, he would at least be a bit closer to Ye Sijue's requirement.

"Will you learn to cook?"

Cheng Jiajia looked at Su Jianjian's words with a questioning face. What did she want to ask?

Thus, she went to a row of question marks.

Su Qian wrote directly, "Miss Cheng, learning to cook medicine is also a very good thing. Isn't there a saying?" If you want to conquer a man's heart, then you must first conquer a man's stomach. I feel that if you have the culinary arts, you would have an advantage, don't you?

Su Jianjian felt that with Cheng Jiajia's intelligence, it wouldn't be hard for him to guess the meaning behind her words.

As expected, Cheng Jiajia quickly replied:

"Jian Jianjie, you're talking about uncle, right? Does uncle like girls who can cook?"

Su Jianjian was so touched that he almost cried when he saw this message. It was so pleasant chatting with a person with high IQ.

She quickly replied: "That's right, that's right. Mr. Ye likes girls who can cook, so, do you want to consider it?"

She also had an excited expression on her face.

However, Cheng Jiajia remained silent.

Su Jianjian's heart skipped a beat.

It was said that the ladies of the mortal world were not very good at cooking. She had recently experienced this when watching idol dramas and had heard all kinds of complaints from the secretaries.

Could it be that Cheng Jiajia was the same?

Thinking about it, Su Jianjian started to worry.

She quickly typed out a line of words, "Actually, there aren't many requirements. For example, you can cook noodles or some instant noodles. If you really don't want to, don't force yourself. You can make up for it with other strong points."

After Su Jianjian said this, he was still a little worried. If Cheng Jiajia felt that it was too difficult and gave up, what would he do?

Didn't that mean he had failed again?

Su Jianjian was anxiously waiting for Cheng Jiajia's reply with his phone, when Ye Sijue's voice came in, "Su Jianjian, I told you to wash the vegetables, but you wouldn't be able to. Take a look, what's this?

Su Jianjian was a little embarrassed, she did not know what were green vegetables and what were weeds, okay, in her eyes, wasn't green vegetables just weeds?

"Sorry, Mr. Ye, let me wash it again."

Su Jianjian immediately walked over, and just as he was about to take it to have a bath, Ye Sijue said, "Forget it, I can't count on you. Go and set the tableware ready, it's time to eat."

"Oh." Su Jianjian then immediately went to the dining hall to set up the tableware.

Ye Sijue looked at her figure and shook his head speechlessly. So where did this woman come from that she couldn't even do such a small thing?

After Su Jianjian set up the tableware, she looked at her phone and did not reply. She was nervous, could it be that her plan of "Uncle Lolita" had died just like that?

He couldn't be so cruel.

Just as Su Jianjian was mourning, Ye Sijue placed a bowl of fragrant noodles on the table. When he saw that Norda's table only had a pair of chopsticks, he couldn't help but glare at Su Jianjian, "You don't even know how to lay down a tableware?"

Su Jianjian looked extremely confused, "What's wrong, I … Isn't it already set up? "