Chapter 1755: A savory crepe with fried dough sticks Decides a Lifetime

First, I opened the wardrobe, only to realize I hadn't bought new clothes in a long time.

Forget it, I'd better close the wardrobe.

I have no classes this afternoon, so it's the perfect time to go to the mall to buy clothes.

He asked Zihan to accompany him; Zihan had a real knack for coordinating outfits, and he didn't hide from Zihan what the clothes were for, telling her everything.

The two of them went to the most high-end mall near the University City and picked out a designer suit and high-end Spring Shoes.

Zirui looked at the price on the tag and gave up decisively: "No, I can't afford something this expensive with my current financial situation."

After falling out with his father last time, Sheng Hanyu kept his word and immediately cut off his bank card.

He wouldn't cover his future tuition or living expenses either.

Zihan took out her wallet, pulled out a gold card, and winked mischievously: "Use mine!"

She was helping out at the company now and had all sorts of allowances; never mind one outfit, she could buy ten without a problem!

"The company's card?"

"That's right."

"I won't use it."

Zirui put down the clothes and left the store without looking back, and Zihan hurriedly chased after him: "Wait for me..."

In the end, they spent seventy yuan at an underground mall on a casual shirt, fifty yuan on a pair of jeans, and one hundred yuan on a pair of casual shoes.

Zirui was quite happy, carrying the bags and saying cheerfully: "Let's go, let's head back quickly."

Zihan frowned, staring at the bags in his hand: "Are you sure? You're going to wear this to meet Qi Shishi?"

"I'm sure. Is there a problem?"

"Of course there's a problem! She isn't just an ordinary girl anymore; she's the president of a country. Isn't it a bit impolite to go meet her wearing street-stall goods?"

Such a new outfit was not as good as any of Zihan's old clothes.

In fact, his clothes weren't very old—some hadn't even been worn—but they were all bought with family money. Since he had been kicked out of the house, he didn't want to use a single cent from them.

"It's fine, she won't look down on me." Zirui was full of confidence.

The next day.

He really did go to meet Qi Shishi wearing the clothes and jeans he'd bought yesterday, and he almost didn't make it past the entrance!

"No soliciting allowed here, get moving." The bodyguard was very blunt, glaring at him to drive him away.

Dressed in street-stall goods, Zirui was mistaken for a poor student selling things.

"I'm not selling anything; Qi Shishi asked me to come. You don't have to believe me, and of course, you can kick me out right now, but if you delay her important business, you'll lose your jobs. Decide for yourselves which is more important!"

Zirui was neither haughty nor humble, and his words made the bodyguard hesitate.

The person in front of him, although dressed very ordinarily... shabbily.

But when he spoke, his overall demeanor could not be underestimated. His tone was very calm, but it had a magic that made it impossible to refuse. The bodyguard barely hesitated before going in to report.

Soon, Qi Shishi came out personally to welcome him, and the two walked inside talking and laughing.

"This outfit of yours is very handsome; it looks pleasing to the eye," Qi Shishi said.

Zirui laughed: "Zihan said that if I wore this to see you, I might not even be able to get through the front door. I just wanted to see if I could make it in. I won."

"Of course, you are the person with the most ways to get things done..."

The two just chatted about daily trifles and plans for the future. Qi Shishi didn't ask a single word about why he had given up on Top Sheng, and of course, Zirui wouldn't explain it intentionally.

However, regarding Bai Manman, Zirui did offer one explanation: "I broke up with Bai Manman."

Qi Shishi said: "Yes, I heard that from Zihan."

Then, the topic was changed.

Noon.

Qi Shishi invited Zirui to lunch, and the lunch was made by Qi Shishi herself—savory crepe with fried dough sticks with soy milk!

She made it quite skillfully, mixing the batter, beating the eggs, adding the sauce... it was all the standard setup for a snack stall, very authentic.

As she made it, Zirui watched from the side and teased: "You're doing a great job. It seems I should take you as my master so I can have one more survival skill in the future."

Qi Shishi followed his lead: "Sure, but the tuition for this master of yours is very high. Can you afford it?"

"How high is it?"

"It will probably take a lifetime."

"Okay."

"So it's settled?"

"Settled."

And so it was settled; a lifelong commitment made so casually!

The two of them each had a set of savory crepe with fried dough sticks, eating heartily with big bites, and the bodyguards behind them were stunned.

The high and mighty president cooking for a man from Jiangzhou, and making Jiangzhou-style snacks at that—it was too much of a drop in status.

But Qi Shishi didn't care. She asked Zirui: "How does it taste?"

Zirui: "Very good, it has the taste of back then."

Back then, Qi Shishi was moving bricks at the Brick Factory; the physical labor was intense, and the food at the orphanage was never enough to eat.

Zirui would always secretly bring her food, and what he brought most often was savory crepe with fried dough sticks.

That fragrance was deeply imprinted in her heart.

She asked: "Is that savory crepe stall still there?"

Zirui: "It moved away long ago. That area has already been demolished, and the Brick Factory was also torn down because of environmental pollution. Now that area has been turned into a park."

"What a pity."

"Yeah, what a pity!"

Qi Shishi said, "I have always been missing that taste. It is so fragrant, so fragrant that I couldn't even sleep, so I had someone make a pancake griddle. When I had free time, I learned to make them, thinking that one day I would make one for you with my own hands. That day has finally come."

Zirui swallowed the last bite and said indistinctly, "How could just once be enough?"

No one else heard it clearly, but Qi Shishi did.

She said, "As long as you don't complain that you're tired of it in the future, that's fine."

He replied, "There will never be such a day!"

Zirui went to see Qi Shishi, but Sheng Hanyu and his wife found out anyway.

There is no such thing as an airtight wall in this world; if you have done it, it is impossible not to be discovered.

The Sheng Family.

Shi Youxuan discussed it with her husband.

"Why don't we just let it be? Let's just turn a blind eye; we can't control the affairs of young people."

Sheng Hanyu sighed and said nothing.

His wife was right; they really couldn't control it.

Qi Shishi is now the president of a country; her wings have hardened, hardened to the point where she is no longer something he can control.

They can control their own son, but Zirui has already given up his status as Heir, so what else can they do?

He was silent for a long while before saying to his wife, "Do you think we are getting old? Why am I increasingly able to understand Sheng Laoyezi?"

Back then, Sheng Laoyezi made many decisions for the Clan, which, in the eyes of the Sheng Hanyu of that time, were incomprehensible.

But now, he is increasingly able to understand his grandfather.

He feels that his grandfather was right, that all his painstaking efforts were for the sake of the Clan and his descendants, it's just that the descendants each had their own plans, and no one could understand his painstaking efforts.

"Alright, you aren't old in age yet, but your heart has grown old. Don't think so much; descendants have their own fortunes, just let them be."

Shi Youxuan's characteristic is: if she can manage it, she will, and if she can't, she lets nature take its course.

The opportunities Heaven gives to everyone are fair; although they are older and have more experience, it doesn't necessarily mean everything they do is correct.

I like that my wife always wants to anger me.