The Ninth Beauty

One day, Fang Jueyu was called into the study by his parents.
Fang Father: "Son, you've turned 20 this year, and it's time to tell you some things!"
Fang Jueyu: "What is it? You're not going to suddenly tell me you're a wealthy man, are you?"
Fang Father is surprised: "You already know?"
Fang Jueyu: "What? Really? I was just saying that."
Fang Father: "However, that's not the point. Today, I am going to pass on our family's heirloom that has been handed down from generation to generation to you!"
From then on, Fang Jueyu's life underwent a dramatic change.
What? You want to talk to me about antiques and calligraphy paintings? Do you want Wang Xizhi's calligraphy or Zheng Banqiao's paintings? Oh, right, Van Gogh even gifted my great-great-great-grandfather a painting!
Why, you ask? Because it was my ancestors who funded their education!
You want to talk to me about sports cars? Are you talking about Lamborghini, Ferrari, or the Bugatti Veyron? I hold shares in those companies, and I'm even the largest shareholder!
What? Your family owns a mine? Sorry, but many of the gold and diamond mines in Africa are ours too!

Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Old Fang, you can cook?" Wang Cong had known Fang Jueyu for almost half a year, but he had never seen him cook. If what he made wasn't some dark culinary disaster, one would already be thanking their lucky stars, let alone compare it with a chef like Zhou Bin.


"I know a lot of things!" Fang Jueyu said, "Massage therapy, blood circulation, bone setting, unlocking, fortune-telling, watch repair, screen protection, you name it, I'm an expert at it all, you know nothing!"


"Alright, then let me see your skills," Wang Cong was amused by Fang Jueyu's words. "Boss Zhou, you don't mind if we use your kitchen, do you?"


"Of course I don't mind. I was just wondering if Mr. Fang's culinary skills are really as impressive as he claims," Zhou Bin glanced at Fang Jueyu's hands. They were free of calluses, clearly not the hands of someone who frequently wielded a knife and pan. Even if he could cook, his skills were presumably not high.


Chapter 215 Learn to Cook with Me