Chapter 1398: His Home Has Nothing (Part 2)

Meeting Ye Yang’s gaze from the living room, he nodded, looking particularly innocent: "Yeah, I can’t cook, and Xiaoxi is even worse. What else can we eat if we don’t get takeout? We can’t starve, right?"

"...Can’t you hire a maid?"

"Do you think getting a maid is easy? What if I hire someone who’s untrustworthy or something else? It’s too much trouble. I’m used to having the same person and don’t want to get to know a new maid. Anyway, it’s just for a month; it’ll pass quickly."

"..." Song Jiaqi was speechless and started rummaging through the fridge.

Whether or not he eats takeout is none of her business, but how can Song Xiaoxi keep eating takeout all the time?

She initially thought that following him, Song Xiaoxi would be eating well, but who would’ve thought...these two father and daughter are holed up here eating takeout every day!

When she finally learned the truth, her tears fell.

"Ye Yang...your fridge is...completely empty...nothing at all." Song Jiaqi felt like crying looking at the empty fridge.

How could a superstar’s home have nothing in it?

Why does she feel a bit sorry for him?

Ye Yang wasn’t surprised, "Oh, maybe we finished everything. I hardly go to the kitchen, and I don’t drink cold drinks, so I barely open the fridge."

This, Song Jiaqi knew.

She followed Ye Yang for some time before, knowing that he had a sensitive stomach, so he was quite cautious about his diet: avoiding cold drinks, seldom drinking alcohol, and not smoking.

At that time, she thought, how can such a good young man exist? He’s simply a model everyone should learn from!

However, there was one thing that his assistants found particularly difficult to deal with, and that was—

He had a severe obsession with cleanliness.

When she came here, she discovered the house was exceptionally clean, spotless, and he had a strong case of OCD; everything in the house, like the furniture, was arranged very neatly, all in perfect order.

But still...

Good grief!

Knowing how bad your stomach is, why eat takeout?

Don’t you know how to cook for yourself?

"Forget it...let’s not add meat, just cook plain porridge."

Add some sugar and just make do with it.

With that in mind, she asked Ye Yang, "Where do you keep the rice?"

"I don’t know, you’ll have to find it yourself."

"..."

Song Jiaqi silently sighed.

Whose home is this, anyway?

After a good while, Song Jiaqi finally found the rice, but...

It was empty!

"...Ye Yang," she felt exhausted, "if someone who didn’t know walked into your kitchen...they’d think you’re too poor to keep the pot on."

Nothing at all!

Ye Yang shrugged helplessly, "Can’t help it, I never deal with kitchen stuff."

"Forget it...is there any snack shop nearby? I’m going to see if they have millet porridge—don’t tell me you don’t know this!"

"It’s not that bad. There’s nothing nearby, it’s a bit far by car. Why don’t you check the neighborhood store? They definitely have it," he said, glancing at the time, "It’s still open now, closes at twelve."

"Thank goodness!"

Song Jiaqi came out of the kitchen and paused when putting on her shoes: "But...where’s that?"

"..."

...

After checking on Song Xiaoxi in the room, instructing her not to run around and just lie on the bed, Song Jiaqi went down.

By this time, Ye Yang had also changed into his home clothes. Seeing Song Jiaqi, he muttered, "Must’ve owed you in a past life."