You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 370 Treatment of Ji Family Servants

"One of them is definitely photography." Shen Youran was 100% sure of this.

The female colleague from the photography department smiled and nodded: "Photography and food are his greatest pursuits in life, so his cooking skills are very good, and his barbecue is even better. So, You Ran, don't worry, just wait for the food."

"Is this true?" Shen Youran couldn't believe it. A grown man actually had a hobby of eating delicious food. Moreover, with his body as thin as a bamboo pole, he didn't look like a foodie at all.

A female colleague next to her raised her hand and agreed: "Really, really, I can testify to this."

Shen Youran touched his chin and said, "The hobby of gourmet food will make me suitable to be a housewife in the future."

Editor Zhou smiled and said, "If you don't want to stay in the magazine anymore, you can change your career and become a chef."

Qiu Shaoze was brushing seasoning on the chicken wings. When he heard their words, he looked up and said with a smile: "You need a chef when you sleep at home, remember to hire me with a high salary."

A female colleague from the photography department sighed and said, "We are all poor people. Our salary is barely enough to support our families. How can we afford to hire you? If you open a restaurant or something in the future, we can come and support you occasionally."

"That's not necessarily true." Xiao Liu from the Administration Department said, "You Ran is not only the daughter of the Shen family, but she may also be the young lady of the Ji family in the future. As long as You Ran is willing to hire you, your ambitious goal, Qiu Shaoze, may still be achieved."

"Yes, yes, yes, so hurry up and grill the chicken wings and serve them to You Ran properly. Maybe Mr. Ji will be so happy that he will immediately hire you as a private chef with a high salary just to win her smile. Then you will be very successful in the future."

The Ji family's servants were paid well. Shen Youran didn't know exactly how much, but what they said was too exaggerated. If being a chef in the Ji family could make you rich and famous, wouldn't everyone be scrambling to get this job?
Shen Youran looked at Ji Jinchuan questioningly, expressing her doubts about what they said.

Ji Jinchuan pinched her soft fingers and whispered in her ear, "The cook in the Ji family's old house earns two hundred thousand a year."

Two hundred thousand?
The salary is higher than a 9-to-5 job!
Her monthly salary was six thousand, which was less than eighty thousand a year. The annual salary of the Ji family's cook was more than twice hers. She suddenly felt that she was not even as good as a cook.

Qiu Shaoze brought the roasted food to them. It looked pretty good. The chicken wings were covered with a layer of yellow fat, and the seasoning sprinkled on them was evenly crispy and yellow. It smelled delicious just by smelling it.

As soon as the food was served, everyone was ready to start grabbing it, but Editor Zhou slapped their claws away and handed the plate of food to Ji Jinchuan. Ji Jinchuan glanced at the food on the plate, took two skewers of chicken wings, and handed one of them to Shen Youran.

Shen Youran couldn't wait to take a bite. It was still a little hot as it was fresh out of the oven, so she took a small bite. The seasoning was well-seasoned, not too salty or bland, and the taste was very good, even better than those sold in food stalls.

After Ji Jinchuan took it, Chief Editor Zhou then passed the food to everyone. It was all gone in just five seconds, and Chief Editor Zhou himself had none. Xiao Liu took two skewers and gave his own to Chief Editor Zhou.

Qiu Shaoze took a break during the trip, and Chief Editor Zhou personally grilled food for everyone. The charcoal he brought was almost used up, and there were still many ingredients that had not been opened, so he asked for everyone's opinions and prepared to use the most primitive survival method - grilling food with dry firewood.

(End of this chapter)