Chapter 187 I Just Want You to Teach Me How to Cook
The following day, J asked a real estate agent to help her find a house.
They viewed many houses, but J didn''t want to rent any of them. The real estate agent became
impatient and said, "Do you think you can get a good house with just a little money?"
The agent then pointed at a high-end apartment across the road and said, "Look at that. The house
rent is 8, 000 per month. Will you rent it?"
8, 000? J really wanted to tell the agent that 8, 000 wasn''t that expensive.
But now she didn''t have 8, 000 with her.
Atst, the agent took J back to the house they viewed just now. The house had a bedroom and a
living room.
J chose it not because it was cheap, but because it was clean and new.
The house rent was 1, 000 per month. There was a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk inside. The house
covered an area of less than 50 square meters.
The agency fee was 1, 000 dors. J negotiated with the owner of the house for a long while. The
owner finally agreed that she could pay a month''s rent first.
J then went to the supermarket and bought herself a new four-piece bedding set, which was the
cheapest one she could find. However, she was unable to sleep that night.
Her whole body itched...
On the third day, J needed to go to work since she and the manager had made an agreement
before. She dressed up and left the neighborhood.
The neighborhood was just a private housingmunity in an urban vige. It wasn''t even a standard
neighborhood.
When she looked over her shoulder at the two-story house, J was distressed.
She missed her family again.
However, she was fortunate because she met a nice female manager.
When the manager learned that J was pregnant, she asked her to get some rest from time to time.
J tried her best to make a lot of desserts. After the manager tasted the desserts, she reported to
their boss and helped J apply for better remuneration and treatment.
J only had worked for two days, but her sry was increased to 5, 000 per month. She was also
treated like a regr employee.
After a week, J asked the manager toe to her and spoke with embarrassment, "Miss Rita, I
have no money with me now, so I want to get the sry I earned these days in advance."
In fact, she had spent all her money yesterday, but she was embarrassed and dared not tell the
manager.
After Rita Wan heard this, she took 2, 000 out of her purse and put them in J''s hand.
"There is a rule in ourpany that new employees can''t ask for their sry in advance. I can lend
you some money, and you can return it when you receive your sry, " said Rita. J looked at the
money in her hand, her eyes filling with tears.
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She then wiped her tears away and said to Rita, "Thank you, Miss Rita." She badly needed the money.
She wasn''t pretending to be pitiful.
"It doesn''t matter. You try your best to work hard here. There are many customers who return to our
shop because of you, so I''ll tell our boss about this and help you apply for more benefits." Rita patted
J on the shoulder, but she found that J looked a little familiar.
She didn''t remember where she had met J, so she stopped thinking about it.
At about seven o''clock in the evening, J came off duty, but without her phone andputer, she
could only get back to her little house andy in bed, staring at the ceiling.
When she touched her lower abdomen which was still t, J sat up because she felt nauseated
again.
She went to the bathroom, but couldn''t vomit anything.
Recently, she was always buying cheap, greasy food to eat outside. She was getting sick of eating
such food. J thought that she could buy some cooking utensils and try to learn how to cook.
She decided to start right now, so she got out of bed and went to the supermarket.
The supermarket was the onlyrgest shop in the urban vige, but there were all kinds of products in
it.
Remembering the cooking utensils in the kitchen of her mansion, J bought all of them.
Thus, she spent several hundred dors this time.
At night, an embarrassed J and knocked on an adjacent room''s door. Later, a man in his twenties
opened the door.
He wore a clean, blue shirt, a pair of suit pants, and a pair of brand new leather shoes.
His face was as good-looking and clean as J''s, ipatible with the surroundings here.
His expression on his face reminded J of Daniel and his indifference...
"Who are you looking for?" The man tly asked her, with vignce gleaming in his dark eyes.
J came back to her senses and politely spoke, "Hi. Are there any women in your house?"
...
The man frowned and was about to close the door. J immediately exined, "I just wanted to ask if
there is someone who can cook."
In general, women always cooked for the family. And that was why she asked him that just now.
The man, who was about to close the door, stopped and replied without hesitation, "No."
"Well, do you know how to cook?" asked J. Since she was asking too much, the man was
bing impatient.
"Go ahead if you have something to say, " he said.
J immediately held his wrist and took him to her house.
Caspar Qiao put J''s arms behind her back by reflex and stared at J who wasn''t afraid of him.
With a malicious expression glimmering in his eyes, "Who are you? Be honest. Otherwise, I will kill
you!" he said.
J raised her chin and pointed at the cooking utensils and the bag of rice on the ground not far away
from them. "Can you teach me how to cook rice?" she asked.
...
After he looked at her carefully again, Caspar released her and said, "You figured out that I live here.
Tell me. Who asked you to look for me?"
There were many women who got close to him on purpose, so he had to be more cautious.
"No one asked me to look for you. I just want you to teach me how to cook, " said J.
Looking at his doubting eyes, J swung her aching arm and put her right hand on her lower
abdomen, saying, "I''m pregnant, so how can I harm you?"
Caspar kept staring at her and wondered if she was just a pregnant woman who didn''t know how to
cook. Judging by his years of experience of checking people, he concluded that this woman was a rich,
youngdy who never did any housework.
But he wondered why the rich, youngdy lived here.
Although he had a lot of doubts about her, Caspar didn''t ask her and just remained vignt. And then
he said, "Wash those cooking utensils."
Wash them...
J began to look at the two sets of clothes in the wash basin. She just took them off and threw them
there, without even washing them.
She finally rolled up her sleeves, put all of the cooking utensils under the tap, and started washing
them.
However, she didn''t buy a brush, nor did she have any detergent...
Caspar was restless and was about to turn around to leave her room. When J saw that he was
about to leave, she immediately walked up to him and stopped him. "I''m washing the utensils now.
Would you please be patient?" she said.
Caspar saw something on J''s neck by chance, so he stared at it and grasped the bead on her
neck, trying to carefully check what it was.
But J seized the bead from him and put it into her pocket. This time, she was vignt and looked at
him, shouting, "What are you doing?"
She was robbed thest time, so J was afraid that he would take away her bead. She protected
her neck and the bead with her wet hands.
This bead was worth several hundred millions and above all, it was Daniel who gave her the bead.
Caspar stared at her seriously and asked in a low voice, "How did you get the bead?"