Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

As soon as Lin Bufan arrived at Zhong Xiaoqin's house, he heard Duan Jiabao's shocking guess and almost stumbled and fell into the door. He held on to the door frame, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

Seeing this scene, Sang Biao suddenly jumped up from the sofa, and typed quickly on his mobile phone: "Son! Call father!" Then he pushed the screen in front of Lin Bufan.

"Get lost!" Lin Bufan slapped his phone away and turned to glare at Duan Jiabao. "Is your brain circuit connected to a 5G network? With such rich imagination, why don't you write novels?"

Duan Jiabao shrank his neck and muttered softly, "Who told you to make me call you Prince..."

Lin Bufan put his hands on his hips and said angrily, "I'm rich, handsome, elegant, tasteful, knowledgeable, and have many other excellent qualities. Tell me, what's wrong with me calling myself a prince? Don't I deserve it?"

Duan Jiabao was a little scared and hid behind Jiang Xiaoguo. Jiang Xiaoguo was very righteous and used her petite body to block Duan Jiabao's big body!

"No, not...that...Prince, of course you are worthy...I, I am..." Duan Jiabao was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, his fingers were twisted together, and he didn't know where to look.

At this moment, Sang Biao suddenly darted to Lin Bufan's feet and used his claws to pull at his trouser legs. When Lin Bufan looked down at it, the dog quickly took out his phone and showed it to Lin Bufan: "Son! Call father! This way, your title of prince will be justified!"

"Get lost!" Lin Bufan raised his foot to kick, but Sang Biao nimbly dodged behind Zhong Xiaoqin, still continuing to type: "Rebellious son! How dare you lay hands on me? Believe it or not, I will dethrone you from your position as Crown Prince!"

Duan Jiabao saw this scene and muttered softly: "This is not my fault, it has nothing to do with me!"

Lin Bufan glared at Duan Jiabao fiercely: "If it weren't for you, how could you have caused so many troubles? You will lose your bonus this month!"

Sang Biao immediately stood up to support Duan Jiabao: "Don't be afraid, my dear! I will double the amount he deducts!"

Jiang Xiaoguo finally burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth. Zhong Xiaoqin's shoulders were shaking with laughter, and the Pikachu in her arms looked at these strange two-legged creatures with a bewildered look.

Lin Bufan held his forehead and sighed: "What a sin I have committed..." Then he glared at Sang Biao fiercely: "You bastard, just wait for me!"

Sang Biao held his head high and puffed out his chest, typing back arrogantly: "I'm waiting! Rebellious son!"

……

After this little incident, everyone got back to the busy work of moving. Zhong Xiaoqin had quite a lot to move, and the truck Lin Bufan had found was barely enough to hold it all!

As for the origin of the truck, it was of course Peng Jiahe. Not to mention the truck, when Lin Bufan went to drive it, he also saw a forklift!

After moving, Zhong Xiaoqin looked at the newly tidied house and said to everyone with gratitude, "Thank you so much for today! How about I treat everyone to dinner?"

Lin Bufan waved his hand: "It's boring to eat out, let's cook at home and celebrate your housewarming."

Zhong Xiaoqin twisted her fingers a little embarrassedly: "But... I can only cook a few very simple dishes, I can't serve so many people..."

"You can't cook? Then why did you promise to cook for me yourself?" Lin Bufan looked at Zhong Xiaoqin in surprise!

Zhong Xiaoqin felt a little embarrassed when Lin Bufan stared at her, and she quickly defended herself, "I didn't say I can't cook! I can still make a few simple dishes. Although the dishes are simple, they were cooked by me personally! It's just that there are so many people here today, I'm afraid I can't entertain them well enough..."

Lin Bufan rubbed his temples speechlessly: "Okay, okay, then let me show you my skills today." Then he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhong Xiaoqin followed in surprise: "You can cook?"

"Of course!" Lin Bufan raised his chin proudly. "If you want to capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach. Cooking is my specialty!"

After Lin Bufan and Zhong Xiaoqin entered the kitchen, Jiang Xiaoguo pulled Duan Jiabao to sit on the sofa and grumbled in a low voice, "Your boss is too stingy, isn't he? We've done him such a big favor, and he can't even afford to treat us to a nice meal. He just cooks something simple at home to get us out of here?"

Duan Jiabao tilted his head, bewildered. "Ah? He's not stingy." Duan Jiabao counted on his fingers, "When the crew was filming, he had the logistics staff order the most expensive boxed lunches every day. If something needed to be made fresh, he would even invite a Michelin chef to come and cook on site. He also booked five-star hotels every day, and even the extras were no exception..."

Jiang Xiaoguo's eyes widened: "Is this true?"

"Of course it's real!" Duan Jiabao pulled out a black card from his wallet and shook it. "Look, he also gave me this card to use when I bought afternoon tea. I saw there's still over 2000 million on it."

Jiang Xiaoguo snatched the bank card and looked at it over and over again, her jaw dropping in shock: "If all this is mine, then wouldn't I be a multi-millionaire?"

Sang Biao had come over at some point, his claws rapidly typing on his phone: "What a fuss! Who doesn't have tens of millions these days?"

Jiang Xiaoguo: ...

When was the money sent out and why didn’t anyone notify me?

In order to catch up with this opportunity, Jiang Xiaoguo hugged Duan Jiabao and said, "Dabao, are you guys still short of people? I can even serve tea, pour water, and clean the toilet!"

Duan Jiabao scratched his head innocently, "But... Prince said the crew is only in need of a stunt double, someone who can break rocks with his chest..."

Jiang Xiaoguo instantly wilted. She had originally thought that the Lin Paopi that Duan Jiabao was talking about was the same as her own Zhou Paopi. Now she realized that the difference was too big. Her own Paopi was the real Paopi, while the other person's Paopi was just the Paopi that Duan Jiabao was talking about!

In the kitchen, Lin Bufan put on an apron and began to prepare the food with skillful movements. He first sorted the purchased ingredients and arranged them, then skillfully cut the vegetables into even strips and slices.

"Watch carefully," Lin Bufan explained as he cooked, "You have to cut the potatoes along the grain so they'll be crispy when fried."

Zhong Xiaoqin stood aside, her eyes widening as she watched Lin Bufan's smooth movements. He beat the eggs with one hand, the liquid egg drawing a perfect arc in the air and falling into the bowl; when he stir-fried, a slight flick of his wrist caused the food in the pot to obediently flip over.

It didn't take long before the table was filled with delicious dishes: golden and crispy sweet and sour spareribs, juicy green stir-fried vegetables, fragrant boiled fish, and translucent steamed eggs with shrimp...

Sang Biao was the first to jump onto the chair, then barked for Lin Bufan to pick up some food for him, but Lin Bufan hit his paw with a chopstick instead: "Have you washed your hands before you come to the table?"

I don’t use my hands, why should I wash them?

Although he was very dissatisfied in his heart, under the threat of Lin Bufan's eyes, Sang Biao still ran to the bathroom angrily!

Jiang Xiaoguo picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs. As soon as she took a bite, her eyes lit up: "This is so delicious!" Regardless of the heat, Jiang Xiaoguo quickly picked up another piece and ate while mumbling: "Dabao, I think your boss's cooking is even better than that big bear's. Why is it that everyone you know cooks so deliciously?"

Zhong Xiaoqin took a bite of the steamed egg with shrimp and looked at Lin Bufan in surprise: "Did you really make this? I think it tastes better than anything I've eaten before!" As she said that, Zhong Xiaoqin couldn't help but pick up another piece with chopsticks, savoring the tenderness of the egg custard and the sweetness of the shrimp.

Duan Jiabao's professional review arrived last - because she was busy sweeping each dish three times.

"The sweet and sour sauce uses Zhenjiang vinegar as a base, enhanced by hawthorn juice. The spareribs are massaged with scallion and ginger water before frying to lock in the juiciness." Duan Jiabao picked up a piece of boiled fish and held it up to the light. "The fillet is so evenly thick, it looks like it was measured with a vernier caliper. The fermented bean paste is a treasure from Pixian Laojiao, fermented for five years. The chili oil is also fragrant with cinnamon and tsaoko."

As he was talking, Duan Jiabao suddenly slumped over the table in frustration: "It's over, it's over. How am I going to eat at other restaurants in the future..."

Next, everyone started to eat and chat, and the topic naturally revolved around Lin Bufan's cooking skills.

There's no way around it. If a chef cooks delicious food, everyone would just praise him. But Lin Bufan's identity is different. He's a young, handsome boss, and the fact that he can make such delicious food naturally shocks everyone!

But in this harmonious atmosphere, there is one person who seems out of place, and that is Duan Jiabao!

It’s not that Duan Jiabao was so focused on the food that she didn’t have time to talk, but while she was eating, she would glance at Lin Bufan from time to time, and her eyes flickered, as if she was hiding something!

Lin Bufan felt uncomfortable being stared at, and finally couldn't help but said: "Dabao, why are you always looking at me? There are rice grains on my face?"

Duan Jiabao hurriedly shook his head and lowered his head in panic: "No, nothing..."

Lin Bufan raised his eyebrows and deliberately dragged out his tone: "Really nothing?"

Duan Jiabao shook his head like a rattle: "Really not!"

"Okay, I'll trust you this time." Lin Bufan pretended not to care. Just when Duan Jiabao relaxed his guard, Lin Bufan suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, Dabao, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No!" Duan Jiabao blurted out the truth without even thinking!

Lin Bufan slammed the table, revealing an expression of sudden enlightenment: "I understand!"

Everyone else at the table was startled by Lin Bufan. They couldn't help but put down their chopsticks and looked at him with puzzled eyes!

"What do you understand?" Duan Jiabao asked stutteringly, suddenly having a bad feeling in his heart.

Lin Bufan crossed his arms and looked at Duan Jiabao with a determined look: "Dabao, Dabao, you kept peeking at me just now, and now you're so nervous..." Lin Bufan deliberately dragged out his tone: "Could it be that you've fallen in love with me?"

Duan Jiabao's face flushed crimson instantly, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! Prince, you misunderstood! How could I..."

"Don't explain!" Lin Bufan raised his hand to interrupt Duan Jiabao's explanation and said seriously: "I understand. Someone as outstanding as me is indeed easy to make people fall in love with me. But Dabao, I must tell you——"

Lin Bufan stood up, looked down at Duan Jiabao, and said in a very serious tone: "I am the man you will never get in your whole life, so stop dreaming."

After noticing the meaningful looks from Zhong Xiaoqin and Jiang Xiaoguo, Duan Jiabao stamped his feet anxiously: "No, Prince! I really didn't..."

"Alright, alright!" Lin Bufan waved his hands and said earnestly, "Dabao, I suggest you find a boyfriend. You're such a grown-up, and you're in college, but you don't even have a boyfriend. How do you sleep well every day?"

"I...I..." Duan Jiabao didn't know how to explain, so he could only look to Jiang Xiaoguo for help!

Jiang Xiaoguo had no idea what Duan Jiabao was thinking, so she naturally didn't know how to defend her. However, as a good friend, she couldn't just ignore it, so she decided to change the subject: "Mr. Lin, you're so outstanding, I'm sure you weren't lonely during your college years, right?"

Lin Bufan paused as he picked up some food and couldn't help but recall the good old days in college. He hadn't expected that several years had already passed. "College days are indeed quite nostalgic."

"Wow!" Jiang Xiaoguo immediately perked up, her gossipy spirit burning. "Then Mr. Lin, please tell us about it and satisfy the curiosity of us schoolmates!"

Lin Bufan didn't mind talking about it, so he asked directly: "Which part do you want to hear?"

"Just love, this part about love!"

"I know it's the love story, which one exactly am I talking about?"

Lin Bufan's words left Jiang Xiaoguo a bit bewildered. Hadn't they already talked about the relationship? Why was he still asking? Did a relationship have to be divided into three stages: the beginning, the middle, and the end?

Just when Jiang Xiaoguo was confused, Duan Jiabao beside her reminded her, "Xiaoguo, maybe he has had several relationships. Which one did he ask you to hear about?"

Jiang Xiaoguo thought it made sense, so she asked, "Mr. Lin, how many relationships have you had?"

Jiang Xiaoguo's question really stumped Lin Bufan. After all, it was not something that could be calculated in a short time, so Lin Bufan had no choice but to say, "You guys eat first, let me do the math!"

Seeing that Lin Bufan couldn't even remember how many relationships he had been in, Jiang Xiaoguo and Duan Jiabao looked at each other, and then tacitly labeled Lin Bufan a scumbag!

Lin Bufan initially recalled the events in order, but because the time passed so long ago, he found that he had missed too many things and the errors in the answers he got were too large, so Lin Bufan decided to calculate them according to time!

Lin Bufan remembered that he usually made a new good friend a week. Of course, if he met a good friend who got along well with him, the time would be extended appropriately. In addition, he would spend some time on rest, travel, and going home. If you calculate it this way, there are 52 weeks in a year, and he could probably find 40-45 good friends. Then multiply that by four years of college, which is 160-180. Take the middle value, which is 170!

After getting the answer, Lin Bufan immediately announced: "I calculated that I've had about 170 relationships. Which one do you want to hear about?"