But for Wang Yingjun, this is a brand new world that she needs to understand step by step.

She likes to plant flowers and music. As for cooking, it is a necessity for survival.

The most important thing is that cooking for herself allows her to ignore part of her dependence on Jiang Zhihao, which is very important.

In a short time, two vegetarian dishes and a vegetable soup were ready.

On the surface, it looks pretty good.

"Try it?" Wang Yingjun said to Murong Lanyi while helping to serve the soup, "Would you like to sit down and take a few bites?"

Murong Lanyi didn't object. She sat down, picked up her chopsticks, took a few bites, and said, "It's okay."

Jiang Zhihao also tasted it. Although the taste was a bit bland, it was pretty good.

It can be seen that Wang Yingjun is very hardworking and very talented in this area.

"Not bad." He said.

Wang Yingjun smiled slightly and sat down, but did not get chopsticks for herself.

"You don't want to eat?" Jiang Zhihao asked.

"I drank a cup of hot milk when I came here just now. I'm not hungry." Wang Yingjun said, "You can eat, I'll just watch here."

Jiang Zhihao didn't say anything, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

His demand for food is still very high. After all, just after the injury is over, it is the time when he needs to supplement his nutrition.

But Wang Yingjun just holding her chin and watching quietly from the side always made him feel a little on pins and needles.

Wang Yingjun didn't seem to notice it, or maybe she did, but deliberately pretended not to know.

Just like this, one watched and the other ate. After a long time, Jiang Zhihao put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm full."

Wang Yingjun smiled slightly, stood up, put away the dishes, and then went in to wash up.

She still refused Jiang Zhihao's help for the same reason: she needed to study and be independent.

Seeing her working alone, Jiang Zhihao felt even more guilty and sighed: "There's really no need for this. You can ask a part-time worker to help. If necessary, I can help you hire a nanny."

"No need." Wang Yingjun shook her head and refused: "Doing these things can also kill some time, otherwise, I will feel very bored. In fact, I have always wanted to ask you, is it okay if I work as an artist in your company? Recently I tried

I started learning to sing and sang to others in an online live broadcast room, and the response was pretty good."

"Be an artist?" Jiang Zhihao was a little surprised. He didn't expect Wang Yingjun to propose this idea.

He thought about it carefully and finally said: "I think you can think about it again. Being an artist requires you to face many people. The price of becoming a public figure is that your life and everything about you will not be private. There will be

Many people want to inquire about your information every day, and you may even meet some perverts to harass you."

"Didn't you ask someone to protect me?" Wang Yingjun said.

Jiang Zhihao was choked. Yes, there were people from ruthless organizations secretly protecting her. It would be a bit difficult for ordinary people to harass her.

But he still didn't want to agree, maybe because he felt that Wang Yingjun didn't need to show up to make money, or... he didn't want people to regard Wang Yingjun as an object of nonsense.

Such a scene would make Jiang Zhihao feel annoyed.

Wang Yingjun doesn't insist on this too much. Being an artist can pass the time on the one hand, and on the other hand, it can also get closer to Jiang Zhihao.
Chapter completed!