Unexpectedly, the meal Xu Lei cooked was actually quite good.
Praised by Jiang Lingxi, the young man with a fierce-looking short hair and scarred face suddenly grinned foolishly, "Lingxi, you have good taste. A few days ago, I went to a restaurant with our leader for dinner. The restaurant owner wanted me to work in their kitchen after he heard I could tell what spices were used just by tasting a dish."
"Then why didn't you go?" Jiang Lingxi recalled seeing Xu Lei working at the supermarket. "And you found a job selling meat at the supermarket near South City No.3 High School. That surely doesn't pay as much as working in a restaurant kitchen, plus it's not your strong suit."
Xu Lei's face stiffened, and he let out a dry laugh, "Lingxi, you still remember that, huh."
Jiang Lingxi sensed something was off and glanced at the elderly man and Xu Ling'an sitting nearby. She noticed both of them had changed expressions.
