Although the Cheng family's house is large, it is very empty. Cheng Hao's bedroom and study do not need to be cleaned, and even the main bathroom does not need to be cleaned. The main work is concentrated in the living room and kitchen.

Since I gained the initiative last week, it is up to Xiaoyuan to decide how many times to clean it.

Xiaoyuan is capable at work, thanks to the foundation she has laid at the station in the past few years. As a window unit, it is normal to undergo a health inspection from time to time. She is not sloppy in her work, and Cheng Hao is not picky. The two of them live in peace and contentment.

After Cheng Hao finished breakfast, he put the dishes in the dishwasher and saw the water rushing down the few bowls. Xiao Yuan felt distressed but did not dare to say anything.

Xiang Xiaoyuan opened the kitchen cabinet. It was packed tightly inside. It could be seen that Cheng Hao had never used these kitchen utensils because they had not even opened the packaging. I really don't understand how Cheng Hao usually eats.

She glanced at the small frying pan and milk pot on the gas stove. Use them? Forget it!

Out of curiosity, she pulled out a large packing box and wanted to see what goodies were inside.

Cheng Hao was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper. The sunshine here was good, and it was rare not to go out to socialize. Before his butt was warm from sitting, he saw Xiaoyuan running over happily holding a pot.

"Oh my god! This pot is great!" Xiaoyuan's face was filled with that kind of sincere love again.

Cheng Hao secretly laughed, of course it couldn't be justified that WMF's pot was not good. It was quite difficult for the girl to hold such a big pot.

"Can I use it?"

Xiaoyuan's eyes shone with gold, as if she was holding a large gold brick instead of a pot.

"Please!" Cheng Hao made a gesture and said contemptuously.

This girl is not just easy to buy, a pot, a table and a curtain are all she needs.

Xiang Xiaoyuan ignored his contemptuous attitude. What kind of steel was this pot made of?

Look at the welding and forging technology and the polishing technology of the pot handle. I don’t know what its heat conduction is like, its pressure resistance, and what kind of angle it is when it is deformed by force.

Xiaoyuan was thinking about these questions in her mind, and unconsciously wiped her hands with a cloth for two minutes.

The pot, which was already very bright, can now be placed in a conspicuous place in the living room and worshiped as a precious mirror.

Cheng Hao's mood to read the newspaper for a while was completely disrupted by her.

Think about it, a person is holding a new pot and cleaning it not far from you for a long time. During this time, her expression is sometimes giggling and sometimes thoughtful. It is estimated that few people will not murmur inwardly.

"Hey! How long do you want to wipe it?"

Xiaoyuan was shocked and then walked out of her own world.

"Have you never used this pot?" Xiaoyuan asked knowingly.

"Yes, I have never used it. I have almost never used anything in the kitchen." Cheng Hao said disdainfully.

"Then you don't need to buy it?"

Cheng Hao just wanted to refute whether she could control it, but after thinking about it, he suppressed his words and said, "When we renovated the house, we asked the home decoration design office to buy it together."

"Wow!" Xiaoyuan felt incredible: "You don't know how to use it, do you need it?"

"Anyway, I just pay the bills when they bill them, and I don't care about things I shouldn't..." he said with a double entendre.

Xiaoyuan pouted, the life of rich people is really unimaginable.

Ordinary people don't choose carefully when decorating their houses. They go to the building materials market just to get a few cents cheaper for a wall tile, and they spend everything carefully.

Like him, anyone who does decoration will be happy to death. They are completely taken advantage of and can be killed as much as they want.

She felt sorry for the pot again and sighed to herself:

"It's such a good piece of steel. Why don't we use it?"

After hearing these words, Cheng Hao's scalp was about to explode. I bet she was attracted to it not because the pot was expensive, but because of its steel.

What on earth is going on in this girl’s head!

After the afternoon class, Xiaoyuan went to the bookstore to look up how to make coffee, carefully recorded it in his notebook, and then went to the wet market to buy a strip of silver carp and green vegetables.

Cheng Hao didn't come back for dinner last week, and he didn't have to make lunch by himself. Of course, he bought these foods to save himself.

Xiang Xiaoyuan's team leader is from Chaoshan and is good at making soup. Xiaoyuan has learned a little bit about it, but he has no chance to practice it.

The small gas stove used in a single dormitory cannot make soup, so the soup produced in such a good pot must be good.

****

Cheng Hao stood on the green space of the golf course, holding the club but not moving.

He has never been very interested in playing golf, but he has to do the work on the scene.

Club admission tickets are used to show identity, and business partnerships also need to be communicated.

For some people, although they wish they would be killed when they go out, they still have to greet them with a smile.

He hurriedly played a few shots and then found an excuse to go home. He went to a restaurant for dinner on the way.

But he wouldn't be so miserable eating alone. Of course, he called him a, b, c, d... one of his many girlfriends.

Cheng Hao's relationship between men and women is notorious in the circle for being chaotic. One word to describe it is "abuse."

His deep-seated disdain for women is often unbearable.

Women are a new toy to him, he won't be emotionally invested, and he doesn't care whether the woman is emotionally invested or not.

Anyway, the rich man is the boss in this world. There are so many women taking the initiative to throw themselves into his arms, and he can still pick and choose.

Cheng Hao has never been stingy and spreads money like flowers. But there is one thing. When you receive an extremely expensive gift from him, don't be happy. It means that your relationship has come to an end.

For Cheng Hao's world, money can buy the beginning, and nature can also buy the end...

****

When he opened the door, a strange feeling enveloped Cheng Hao's heart.

The aroma filled the room, this smell was so familiar yet so strange.

For a moment he even thought he had entered the wrong house.

That smell penetrated deep into his soul, touching the most primitive fear deep in his heart. When this fear subsided, a kind of warmth rippled out again.

He rushed in and opened the kitchen door without changing his shoes. At this moment, Xiaoyuan was chewing half a steamed bun and doing homework. The WMF soup pot next to him made a gurgling sound, and the aroma wafted out from there.

Xiao Yuan was defenseless and was stunned. It took him a long time to slowly pull out half of the steamed bun in his mouth.

"You...are back...the pot...you said it could be used..." Xiaoyuan stammered.

She didn't know that she had offended his nerve again and might make him angry again.

She couldn't tell what his temper was like, although sometimes she did make him angry on purpose.

Cheng Hao looked at Xiang Xiaoyuan.

The girl in front of her was wearing an apron, holding half a piece of steamed bun in one hand and a pen in the other. Her eyes were panicked like a frightened little animal. There was a book in front of her that said "Structural Engineering".

He sneered and exited, closing the door with a bang.

Xiaoyuan covered her heart to comfort her heart that was beating out of her chest. She sat on the kitchen chair and bit her lower lip, slowly putting her homework together.
Chapter completed!