Chapter 16 Three Meals a Day
From that day on, he became even more diligent.
We both had jobs.
Yet he took full responsibility for my three meals.
He made breakfast before leaving in the morning.
At noon, he cooked in a restaurant kitchen and had it delivered to me.
In the evening, he brought dinner to my office, waited while I ate, then drove us both home when I finished work.
Every single dish hit my taste buds perfectly.
My plates were clean every day, and my weight climbed just as steadily.
My bank account barely grew, but the scale kept rising steadily.
Even I wasn’t that dumb. I started to sense something was off.
Was Sheng Yi… chasing me?
I messaged the roommate I got along with best.
Me: Jiang Yue, suppose your creditor keeps feeding you every day, making all kinds of delicious food—what’s the reason?
Was it love?
Was it duty?
Jiang Yue replied instantly.
Jiang Yue: He’s afraid you’ll die and no one will repay him.
I pressed my lips together, then sent her hundreds of photos of all the meals he’d made me.
Me: But his cooking is really, really good.
Silence on her end for a full half hour.
Then a complete 180.
Jiang Yue: Hold on—you’re eating this well??
After thinking it over, she advised me.
Jiang Yue: Your priority right now is earning money to pay off the debt. Once it’s cleared, everything else can be discussed.
She was right.
First, make money. The 18,000-yuan pot, plus rent, plus food costs—at least thirty thousand total?
I didn’t even think that was enough.
The meals he made—one dinner alone probably cost several hundred.
I needed to eat less and save more.