This porridge that looked quite good was made by Xia Hou Zun? She picked up the bowl; it was warm. She never thought that Xia Hou Zun, who always gave orders, could actually cook porridge.
Xia Bing took a spoonful and ate. It tasted quite good.
“He can cook himself, yet always orders me around? Now he’s made porridge for me, what a strange man.” After finishing, Xia Bing felt it wasn’t enough and went to check the pot.
…
The doorbell rang incessantly. Xia Bing curled up, wanting to cover her ears. It was like a test of patience. After several minutes of torment, she finally couldn’t bear it and got up.
Seeing it was Yi Yi, Xia Bing couldn’t help but complain, “Miss, are you trying to kill me? Why are you here so early?”
“You’re something else. This time you lasted five minutes. Of course, I’m here because I can’t find a job.” Yi Yi slumped dejectedly on the bed.
“Next time I’m definitely going to remove that doorbell. You’re starting to look for a job so quickly. How are you searching?” Xia Bing became concerned about Yi Yi’s job hunt.
Job
Yi Yi fell directly onto Xia Bing’s bed. “Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up. Turns out finding a job is so difficult.”
“You, who used to be in the honey pot, how would you know the hardships outside? Tell me what kind of jobs you’ve been looking for?
Yi Yi quickly got up, “The first company I went to was a friend’s company. Who knew she would be so ruthless? I’ve seen her true colors now, and we’ll never be friends again.”
Xia Bing looked at the furious Yi Yi, hoping she would learn something from this experience, “That’s how society is. When you have money, people bend over backwards to serve you, but when you’re broke, they turn their backs on you. I remember a classmate who was excellent in school, but after entering society, couldn’t find a good job. He was capable, but society needs more than just ability…”
Lu Yi Yi nodded and then lay back down, “Down with the bourgeoisie!”
