The next day, Song Yiyan stayed at home with the old man to watch movies and TV shows, play chess, and walk around. She even cooked crayfish herself.
With her cooking skills, the condiments bought by the crayfish had all been fried in the pot, but the grandfather and her were eating happily.
Ji Xing told Song Yiyan that he had found a new job and would leave early and return late every day.
"Yanyan, why do you think Ji Xing is working as a delivery man? A bellboy, courier, and cashier are not good jobs. Why not let grandfather arrange a job for him?"
Song Yiyan was peeling the crayfish and asked casually, "Where can he go? Will he be your guard?"
Song Chen frowned. "Not to the extent of being a guard. Didn't your uncle test his skills a while ago? He's very satisfied. Why don't we arrange for him to be under your uncle?"
