It's just that they have money.

After the party ended, Fang Chen kept Zhang Zhenghao behind alone.

"Come to my place at six tomorrow night. Zhang Wen will cook, and you can come."

Zhang Zhenghao knew he had something to say privately, so he nodded: "Okay."

Zhang Wen arrived the next afternoon.

He was dressed much more elegantly today than when he ate at the restaurant; his hair was shorter, and he looked much more energetic.

"Brother Zhang, you've changed," Fang Chen said with a smile.

Zhang Wen scratched his head and laughed, "I'm just bored. When I was busy at the shop, I didn't have time to take care of myself. Now I'm at home researching new recipes every day, so going out has become a big deal."

Fang Chen smiled too.

After Zhang Wen entered the kitchen, Fang Chen stood next to him and watched him prepare the ingredients.

Zhang Wen's knife skills were as good as ever; he cut the meat at a steady pace, each cut precise.

As he cut the meat, he explained which cuts of meat were suitable for which dishes, how to judge the oil temperature, and when to add the scallions, ginger, and garlic.

Fang Chen listened, occasionally asking a question, which Zhang Wen patiently answered.

Whether it's cooking or anything else, there are always some small details in the process that few people will notice if no one carefully teaches them.

So-called insight is actually the ability to observe these small details and quickly understand them.

But if a master is willing to teach you carefully, then what need is there for comprehension?

Zhang Wen had no prejudice against different types of chefs and shared all kinds of techniques openly.

In the past, chefs often kept some of their skills to themselves when teaching their apprentices, mainly because they were afraid that their apprentices would starve to death.

Zhang Wen no longer has that concern.

As a cooking enthusiast, Fang Chen benefited greatly.

When Zhang Zhenghao arrived, Zhang Wen had just finished serving the last dish.

"Mr. Fang, the dishes are all ready. I've left the soup simmering on the stove. Please help yourself when you're ready to drink."

"Want to eat with me, Brother Zhang?" Zhang Zhenghao invited.

"No, no, I have an appointment." Zhang Wen grinned, picked up his coat, and left.

The door closed, and the room became quiet.

"I was right when I told you before," Fang Chen said.

Zhang Zhenghao paused with his chopsticks and looked up at him.

"I wasn't telling the truth back then."

Zhang Zhenghao put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and his relaxed expression turned serious.

"More than 20 million."

"How much is that?"

Fang Chen remained silent for a few seconds.

He thought for a long time about how to tell Zhang Zhenghao about this.

How do you fabricate a story about getting rich overnight by repeatedly doubling your money in the stock market?

That's so fake.

"I can't explain it clearly," Fang Chen finally told the truth.

The system is even more fake; he wouldn't believe it even if I told him.

So it's really hard to say.

Zhang Zhenghao frowned: "I can't explain what you mean?"

"Well... I can't explain to you how this money came about. It wasn't stolen, robbed, or obtained through fraud, and there was nothing illegal about it, but I really can't tell you exactly how it came about."

"Oh! I get it!" Zhang Zhenghao suddenly realized, "As the sole heir of a distant relative, you inherited a large sum of money."

The air was still for a few seconds.

"The truth is even more outrageous than that."

"it is good."

"What's so good about it?"

"I already know," Zhang Zhenghao said matter-of-factly.

"Okay then." Fang Chen already understood what he meant.

If you say the money is clean, I believe you.

"But you have to tell me one thing."

"What?"

"Do you have enough money to keep up with your investments? You've put so much money into that medical project; if it loses money, won't you be willing to risk everything?"

Fang Chen looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Are you afraid I'll jump off a building?"

"I'm afraid you'll ask me for money later," Zhang Zhenghao said seriously.

Fang Chen laughed out loud.

"Don't worry, even if we lose money, we can afford it."

Zhang Zhenghao stared at him for two seconds, nodded, and picked up his chopsticks again.

"That's fine then. I won't ask anything else."

Zhang Zhenghao couldn't drink alcohol yet, so the two clinked glasses with soup instead, which made the atmosphere much more relaxed.

"I just think you're incredibly lucky."

The two ate and drank, chatting about this and that.

Zhang Wen's cooking is as good as ever; even the simplest stir-fried vegetables are crisp and delicious.

Just as Fang Chen was about to say something, his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and paused for a moment.

Zhao Xiaole.

"Who is it?" Zhang Zhenghao leaned over and took a peek.

"Zhao Xiaole, the one I ran into at the Fengtian barbecue restaurant last time, the one whose dad is a producer."

"Ah, that rich kid who spent 80,000." Zhang Zhenghao had a good memory.

"Brother Chen!" Zhao Xiaole's voice boomed from the receiver, as enthusiastic as ever, "I've arrived in Jiangcheng!"

"You've arrived in Jiangcheng?"

"Yeah, I just got off the high-speed train. Where are you? I'll come find you."

"Didn't they say it wouldn't arrive until next week?"

"Hey, things in Fengtian wrapped up ahead of schedule, and I was just killing time anyway, so I changed my ticket." Zhao Xiaole chuckled. "What, not happy to see me?"

"Welcome. But this is a surprise visit, and I have guests at home right now, so I can't leave."

"That's alright, you go ahead and do your work. I'll find somewhere to have some fun. Call me when you're done."

Fang Chen thought for a moment and said, "How about this, you find a place to stay first, and I'll contact you tomorrow and take you out for a meal."

"Alright! I'll wait for your message."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zhenghao raised an eyebrow: "Weren't you free today? Why didn't you have him come over directly?"

Fang Chen put down his phone: "I'm treating you to dinner today, what's the point of inviting him along? Besides, he's here to have fun, not to discuss business, there's no rush."

Zhang Zhenghao nodded and said nothing more.

The two sat for another half hour before Zhang Zhenghao checked the time and stood up.

"I'm leaving now."

Fang Chen saw him to the door. As Zhang Zhenghao was changing his shoes, he turned around and said, "Keep an eye on that Zhao Xiaole."

"OK."

Fang Chen knew that Zhang Zhenghao didn't like Zhao Xiaole, so he didn't say anything.

The door closed, and Fang Chen leaned back on the sofa.

Zhang Zhenghao's reaction to learning the source of the money was calmer than he had expected.

Good.

He then picked up his phone and sent a message to Zhao Xiaole.

"Have you settled in?"

Zhao Xiaole replied instantly with a location, which was a mid-to-high-end hotel by the river, with the message: "This hotel is good, it has a river view. You go ahead with your work, I'm going to take a nap."

Fang Chen thought for a moment and replied, "There's a restaurant near the hotel around noon. I'll send you the location."

The next day, Fang Chen appeared at the restaurant entrance on time.

Zhao Xiaole had already arrived. She had tidied up in advance and looked much cleaner than when they last met.

"Brother Chen!" He waved from afar.

Fang Chen walked over, sat down, and pushed the menu towards him: "Order whatever you want."

Zhao Xiaole didn't stand on ceremony. He flipped through a few pages, ordered a few dishes, and handed the menu back to the waiter.

What have you been busy with lately?

Fang Chen briefly explained the progress of the medical project, and Zhao Xiaole listened attentively, occasionally interjecting a word or two.

"Wow, that's impressive. Your business is way bigger than mine."

Fang Chen smiled.

"We're not even at the profit stage yet, we can't compare to you."

"What? I'm barely making ends meet, I still have to rely on my dad."