Song Yi widened his eyes, as if fully understanding his younger brother for the first time. “You’ve tried this?” he asked.

“No, but theoretically, it should work,” Song Zhe replied, his face devoid of expression as he stated the fact.

At the Hospital

Chen Ze, having had enough, pointed at a stack of recipe books on the table and shouted at Wang Xiaoke, “Wang Xiaoke, I feel like throwing up every time I see your fried rice! You’d better read through these recipes. I want to eat meat right now!”

“But are you sure you’ll be able to stomach what I make?”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Chen Ze looked at her suspiciously.

“I’m just stating a fact, so we don’t waste food,” she replied calmly.

Chen Ze knew that, given her current cooking skills, whatever she made might not be much better than pig feed. He had no choice but to abandon this sudden craving.

He pointed to the plate of fried rice on the table. “You deal with that yourself.”

The large portion he had eaten at lunch had already made him nauseous, and yet, for some inexplicable reason, this woman had served him another plate of it for dinner.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want to eat junk food from outside? That’s why I made this,” Wang Xiaoke explained.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Ze snapped, “I’d rather eat outside junk than look at what you make. Happy now?”

Wang Xiaoke had grown immune to his sharp tongue and wasn’t angered by his words. Instead, she brought up another topic.

“By the way, there’s something I want to tell you.”

Chen Ze raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“My dad just asked me to come home,” Wang Xiaoke said, her mood clearly buoyant, her face glowing with joy.

“And?” Chen Ze’s expression remained indifferent.

“I’ve made up with my dad!” she announced happily. Looking at Chen Ze, she found him surprisingly more pleasant to look at. “Oh, and to express my guilt for the trouble I caused, today’s work is on the house. No charge.”

Chen Ze frowned slightly but listened as she continued.

“I’ll pay off your medical bills in full tomorrow. Goodbye!” She waved her hand and walked toward the door.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll charge you for lost wages?” Chen Ze narrowed his eyes and spoke with a trace of menace.

Wang Xiaoke had already considered this possibility. But now, with her father as her strongest backing, she felt at ease.

“If that happens, I’ll let my dad discuss it with you. Don’t worry, I won’t run away,” she replied with a bright smile, looking utterly relaxed.

This woman was pushing all her troubles onto Wang Chengyao? Chen Ze suddenly felt like he had been set up.

Was she counting on him to never ask Wang Chengyao for that money? After all, when the incident happened, Wang Chengyao had explicitly offered to take full responsibility, but Chen Ze had personally declined. Now, to go back and ask for the money would be utterly humiliating, and he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Wang Xiaoke, I’ll remember this debt,” Chen Ze said as he watched her figure disappear through the door. In the end, he could only swallow his frustration and let it go.

At the Wang Family Residence

Wang Chengyao looked at his daughter, who had returned home. Although she had caused some trouble during her time away, as long as it was within his ability to fix, it wasn’t a big deal. In his heart, her safety was what mattered most.