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Her father worked in construction and often had to travel all over the country, sometimes going into the mountains for ten days or half a month at a time.
Thinking about it, she realized she hadn’t seen him for almost two months.
Her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket. Shen Yiyi took it out and saw a message from Lin Zexi:
“Shen Yiyi, come cook for me.”
Are you kidding me? Shen Yiyi cursed him inwardly.
It was her day off and he still wanted her to cook? Didn’t he have a housekeeper?
Although she complained in her heart, she still went home first to store the massage bucket she had bought, then packed the groceries and took a taxi to Lin Zexi’s place.
When she saw the address he sent, she cursed him again in her head.
A taxi ride to Hangzhou cost several hundred yuan.
On top of that, when she got out of the car, she even made sure to ask the driver for a receipt.
Lin Zexi’s home was in a villa district in Hangzhou.
Shen Yiyi carried her groceries and rang the doorbell.
She pressed it several times, but no one came to open the door.
She even sent him a voice message, but there was no reply.
Just as she was about to leave, the door finally opened.
The top star stood there with slightly messy hair, wearing a black casual T-shirt and pants.
His expression was calm and indifferent.
“Come in,” he said.
Shen Yiyi followed him inside.
The living room was spacious, with a simple yet stylish design.
A carpet covered the floor, and the dining area was connected to the living room.
A spiral staircase led upstairs.
So this is what a top star’s house looks like… no wonder.
“Boss, should I start cooking now?” she asked.
“I don’t feel like eating. Just stay here. I’m going to sleep,” Lin Zexi said flatly, then walked upstairs without looking back.
Shen Yiyi almost wanted to throw the vegetables at his head.
So he had no appetite, yet still called her over on her day off, and made her take a taxi for over an hour.
Suppressing her frustration, she put the groceries into the fridge.
As expected, the fridge was almost empty, just water and beer.
Not even an egg. She really had no idea how this man survived on a daily basis.
Shen Yiyi wandered around the house.
Lin Zexi’s home really looked like a showroom, clean, stylish, but completely lifeless.
There was a door on the first floor leading to the backyard.
She pushed it open and saw an empty courtyard covered only in grass.
What a waste. If it were her, she would plant the whole yard with flowers. It would be so beautiful.
She turned on the TV and found a documentary titled Life Is Fruity, about a retired couple living peacefully in their garden.
She got completely absorbed while watching it.
“You like watching this kind of thing?”
Shen Yiyi jumped in shock, instinctively clutching her chest as she turned around.
Lin Zexi was standing right behind her, holding a glass of water.
“Boss, you scared me to death.”
“Coward,” he said flatly.
“What do you mean coward? I’m not scared at all,” Shen Yiyi defended herself.
“Hmph.” Lin Zexi didn’t respond further and turned to go upstairs again.
Soon after, the sound of a piano came from upstairs.
Lin Zexi was going to hold a concert in ten days, and there would be a piano performance during the show.
Shen Yiyi continued watching her documentary.
By the end, the old man had passed away, and the old woman was saying her final goodbye.
Moved to tears, Shen Yiyi wiped her eyes with a tissue.
“Overly sentimental.”
Shen Yiyi jumped again and turned around to see Lin Zexi standing behind the sofa with his hands in his pockets, looking at her with a very speechless expression.
“Boss, can you stop appearing out of nowhere?” she said helplessly. When did he even come downstairs?
“Shen Yiyi, cook.”
Shen Yiyi turned off the TV and went to the kitchen.
After searching around, she couldn’t find an apron. She poked her head out of the kitchen doorway.
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