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Duan Feifan was indeed not unhappy, but he didn't tell Jiang Kuo that he didn't want Jiang Kuo to spend too much effort on his family affairs.

Feelings will not always be just pure feelings, and it is impossible to never bring anything else. But he hopes that at this stage, at the beginning, these things should not become things that both parties have to bear.

Carrying these unconventional events in life, there will be variables all the way.

He can bear it, change it, but it's just him, Jiang Kuo doesn't need to change, Jiang Kuo doesn't need to change.

"Aren't you jealous?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"What..." Duan Feifan quickly withdrew his thoughts, "I'm eating Yang Ke's jealous?"

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything.

"No," Duan Feifan leaned back and looked at him, "Do you look down on me a little too much?"

Jiang Kuo tskated: "That's not there, I think you're going to go through a process."

"I'm better off eating Yang Ke's jealousy than eating Dong Kun's jealousy," Duan Feifan said, "Yang Ke called Dong Kun directly when he saw him."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "I made a mistake. Who would have thought that he would become a prophet even if he spread rumors?"

"You are planning..." Duan Feifan looked at him, "What should Yang Ke do?"

"Run," said Jiang Kuo. "My idea is to build an online store. You will take orders on WeChat as well. You can do this first formally, packaging, brand, and do these first. You can get Yang Ke to go for the procedures and those chores. After all, we have to go to class."

"When do you want to start?" Duan Feifan asked.

"It's not me," said Jiang Kuo, "it's you, you want to start whenever you plan to start."

"Yes," Duan Feifan nodded, "I'll discuss with my uncle first."

The two of them were slowly wandering around the market. Jiang Kuo felt that Duan Feifan had not yet come back to his senses. When he said that the branch was difficult, it felt that it was another store after all, and it was also very disturbing. This online store based on Niu Sandao's existing sales model should not be that difficult to communicate.

"If I do this, I should have no objection, right?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"We have to talk first before we know." Duan Feifan said.

"Are you so unsure?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "You are not robbing his business. Isn't this a good thing?"

"Not this," Duan Feifan sighed, stretched his arms to hug Jiang Kuo to his side, "For so many years, he has given my father money, taken care of me, paid my tuition, and gave me living allowances. He is saying that he can bear everything if he has something to do, I can afford your father, and you and I can also afford it..."

"Now you suddenly have to work by yourself, will he think you can't trust him?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I haven't finished reading the book, so I have to consider making money," Duan Feifan said. "It's not true, it's because my uncle didn't do it well."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and after a while he frowned: "Ask first, let's talk about it if you can't."

"Well," Duan Feifan closed his arms, "After the New Year, didn't you come here to play in advance? Let's play first, when will you go ride a horse?"

"When will it be for you to teach equestrian classes?" Jiang Kuo corrected him.

"When will I teach my equestrian class?" Duan Feifan asked with a smile.

"I will give you special treatment," Jiang Kuo clapped his hands, "You will decide the time."

"The horse farm will be open after the sixth day of the first lunar month," Duan Feifan said, "I will call to book first."

Jiang Kuo stretched out: "Let's celebrate the New Year, you can say it's fun and fun. Your family gathered together for holidays. You can say it's boring and you can't even play if you want to play."

"Learn what places to play and don't rest during the New Year." Duan Feifan took out his mobile phone.

"It doesn't matter," said Jiang Kuo. "In the past, I went to the bar during the Chinese New Year and slept at home, and there was nothing to do. I came here early and wanted to stay with you, and nothing else mattered."

"Then let's go to the bar." Duan Feifan said.

"Don't go." Jiang Kuo said.

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifan looked at him, "Is it boring to go to the bar with me?"

"How did you celebrate the Chinese New Year in the past?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Sleep for two days, get together with classmates, and have a walk for two days with relatives," Duan Feifan said, "and then the beef should be served."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo smiled, "It's not much more than I talk about, it's even more tiring."

"So I'll accompany you to the bar." Duan Feifan said.

"No, it's boring," said Jiang Kuo, "I'll celebrate your New Year. Uncle asked me to come and have dinner, so I'll come and have dinner. Will Ding Zhe come to help?"

"Well, sometimes, he doesn't want to stay at home." Duan Feifan said.

"Then I'll come too," said Jiang Kuo, "making beef with sauce."

"Okay, you'll make trouble." Duan Feifan said with a smile.

Ding Zhe held the knife and looked at Jiang Kuo standing in front of the desk, his face full of "I am not Sister Li".

"How boring is it to celebrate the New Year at your house," said Ding Zhe. "You have to go back to school early to help people cut beef."

"Fresh." Jiang Kuo cut the beef into long strips as he taught before.

He had cut a piece of beef for several minutes.

"Don't talk to me," said Jiang Kuo, "I'm afraid I'll get the cut if I get distracted."

"Fuck me." Ding Zhe was so scared that he was immediately two meters away from him.

"Boil the water." Duan Feifan directed Ding Zhe.

"It's time," said Ding Zhe, "he's all boiled after cutting the water."

"Have you cut this piece?" Duan Feifan walked to Jiang Kuo and asked.

"The last knife," Jiang Kuo said, slashing down with the knife, "Look."

"Awesome," Duan Feifan said, "this operation is complete with fingers."

"Come on." Jiang Kuo put down the knife, "My fingers are sore. This knife is not heavy, why?"

"It's too tight to hold it, so you don't need to use that much force. It's not like chopping the beef bones," Duan Feifan took a piece of beef and spread it on the desk and started cutting it. "This knife is super easy to use."

It is indeed super useful. You can tell from Duan Feifan's actions that this is a useful knife to cure obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Do you want to take some away after the meat is cooked today?" the old uncle asked Ding Zhe.

"I still have it at home. I'll just eat some here and I won't take it home," said Ding Zhe. "My aunt has come and I haven't eaten it these two days. She loves spicy food."

"Just just dip it in a little hot sauce," said the old aunt.

"Is there no spicy beef in sauce?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I haven't made spicy food before," said the old aunt, "It's something else, we've done it all these years."

"Why not make spicy?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Because I want to eat spicy food and dip it in some hot sauce," the old aunt said with a smile, "This kid."

"But the taste will be different," said Jiang Kuo, "spicy, spicy, peppery..."

Duan Feifan turned his head and looked at him.

Jiang Kuo also glanced at him and swallowed: "It should be delicious."

Duan Feifan was originally a bit uncomfortable because Jiang Kuo thought about these things, but when he turned around, he wanted to laugh when he saw him like this.

I originally thought of mentioning this matter to my uncle in a few days, but Jiang Kuo has been doing the beef in Niu Sandao these days, helping with the beef sauce, and sometimes he would talk to my uncle for a few words.

Duan Feifan thought about finding an opportunity to talk first. If he had put this into practice, Jiang Kuo would not have to worry about this for him anymore.

Today, Dapao was going to the construction site. After passing by, he asked Jiang Kuo to go out for dinner.

"You really won't go?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I won't go," Duan Feifan said, "Boss Song didn't send beef this morning, he came tonight and opened soon. There was a lot of meat, so the old uncle couldn't be busy alone."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Then I'll come back to find you."

"Seeing the time, I will go back to the rental house just after it's too late," Duan Feifan said, "I'll go to find you after I finish my work."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and replied to Dapao, "Dapao is quite diligent and said he will be busy after the New Year. It's just before the New Year has passed, but it's started."

"If you don't come to report," Duan Feifan said, "Do you have to start working with President Jiang?"

"Probably," said Jiang Kuo, "I just think it's meaningless and very tired. Mr. Jiang is not unable to do it anymore. He has to do it for several people. If he can't do it, he can hand it over to anyone. Why do he have to pull me?"

"Go to have a meal." Duan Feifan slapped him in the ass.

"Don't touch me," Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "I will take revenge."

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Kuo's hand quickly reached into his clothes and touched him hard.

"Damn," Duan Feifan rubbed himself, "I pulled off the meat!"

Today's supper was the quietest meal since the Chinese New Year. Duan Ling had no time to come back to have dinner when he went to work, Jiang Kuo was not here, and Ding Zhe did not come to make a living.

There are only three people, uncle, aunt and Duan Feifan.

"I've eaten leftovers today," said the old aunt, "just us."

"Well," Duan Feifan leaned against the back of the chair, "I can't eat it. I'm so tired every day, and my muscles are covered with fat."

"Cover it first," said the old uncle, "I can't stop eating, there are so many leftovers."

"Eat." Duan Feifan smiled.
To be continued...