Well, actually, it feels so embarrassing to see him wearing an expensive suit, looking elegant and aristocratic, but holding a spatula in his hand.
"Cooking is a survival instinct, right? If you don't know how to cook, how can you survive?" Ji Mo looked calm, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, skillfully opened the fire, and added oil to stir-fry the shredded potatoes.
Mu Baoer was very embarrassed when she saw it. This posture was indeed very skillful. She knew exactly when to put the rapeseed into the pot. She was definitely not the kind of person who was new to the kitchen.
Regardless of prejudice, the sight of such a handsome man cooking with a spatula is quite eye-catching.
"Such words are normal from the mouths of ordinary people like us. You are a noble son of a wealthy family. Haven't you been well-dressed and well-fed since you were a child, with everything prepared by a dedicated person?"
Ji Mo's hand holding the spatula stiffened slightly, then returned to normal.
"Young man from a wealthy family? That's just because of his good status. Nothing can be taken for granted. You also have to pay the price for good clothing and food."
Mu Baoer was startled. What he meant was that his life in a wealthy family was not easy. But it was not surprising in a big family. There were struggles for power and property. It was natural for weak children to have a hard time.
"But no matter what, a good family background is better than ordinary people's lives! At least you don't have to worry about life, and at least you still have a family." People with families don't know what it is like to be homeless, and they won't be homeless because they have no money.
Starve, let alone be bullied and taken advantage of because you are weak and weak.
A vague sarcastic smile appeared on Ji Mo's lips!
It doesn’t matter that he was born into a famous family, or that his father was a big arms dealer. Who would have thought that the life of a noble son from a famous family would be worse than that of a dog.
He had been subjected to all kinds of rigorous training since he was a child. If he didn't do well, he would not only have no food, but would also be punished. At that time, he had never enjoyed the so-called beauty of childhood. What he was thinking about was how to do better so as not to be punished.
, because punishment really hurts.
Then when he was six years old, in order to cultivate his so-called survival ability, his adoptive father threw him into a poor and chaotic place in South Asia, leaving him to wander without anyone around him to protect him or even give him a penny.
All he had left was a gun and a knife.
On the first day, he was robbed, everything was taken away, even his clean clothes were stripped away.
Then he wandered around like a beggar, hesitant and afraid. He expected that his adoptive father would send someone to save him, but no, no matter how long he waited, he never came. Only when he grew up did he understand that if he died there, he would be there forever.
No one will remember him, because people who don't even have the ability to survive will be abandoned by their adoptive father.
He learned to survive through hunger, and learned to fight and kill through robbery. Being fierce and cunning became his survival skills. He learned it better than anyone else. The experience of this wandering turned him into a wolf with the characteristics of a wolf.
A man with such a will will serve him well throughout his life.
"You go and rest first. I'll call you when I'm ready." Ji Mo came back from his memories and looked back at her calmly.
Mu Baoer didn't know what kind of look that was, it was as deep as the ocean, as if hiding many stormy waves, but there was a thin layer of ice on the surface, forever blocking other people's prying eyes.
She suddenly understood that he essentially refused to allow anyone to pry into his heart.