Sara looked at Jacob helplessly. "I need salt, not white sugar," she said.
"They look exactly the same." Jacob frowned. This seemed more difficult than running his own business.
Sara reached across Jacob and grabbed the salt. "They may look the same, but they taste different."
Jacob stood still with an embarrassed look on his face. The hand that was holding the white sugar stiffened up a bit.
Sara suppressed the urge to laugh, and she looked at Jacob.
Fortunately, he was able to peel some garlic. However, he said that doing so hurt his hand.
Sara rolled her eyes. "You know what? You probably just don't exercise much."
Speechless, Jacob looked up at the ceiling of the kitchen. Fortunately, Sara's father wasn't around. Otherwise, he would say that Jacob was incapable of doing anything.
And Jacob's life might change drastically in the future.
Sara finished making two bowls of steaming hot noodles and sprinkled some scallions on top.
The noodles looked so delicious, and they smelled fragrant with the scallions and chili on top.
Sara held the bowls in her hands, but Jacob was already getting ready to dig in. He inhaled the aroma of the noodles, and his mouth began to water.
"It smells really delicious. You are amazing! I'm so glad I have you."
Sara smiled at him. "Come on, take them out. I'll go out soon."
Jacob smiled back at her and took the bowl from Sara's hands. He tried to help her set the bowls down on the table, but he underestimated how hot they would be.
He rubbed his hands and blew on them, trying to cool them down. Sara laughed, amused at Jacob's antics.
"Now, you see that the kitchen is a battlefield. Men have no idea how hard women have it." Sara tried to keep a stoic expression, but she was having a hard time suppressing her laughter.
Jacob nodded vigorously and looked at his burnt hands.
Then, Jacob reached out and took Sara's hands in his. "It's amazing what you can do with your hands. How did you learn to cook so well?"
Hearing Jacob's praises, Sara immediately withdrew her hands.
It had been said that men's words were nothing but sugarcoated bullets. Sara believed that now.
However, she actually enjoyed hearing Jacob compliment her. Every woman wanted to be adored and admired, especially by the man she loved.
It was a special kind of honor to be adored by the one you loved.
"Well, let's eat. Stop making fun of me. How come I've never seen you like this before?" Sara asked, shaking her head. She didn't know what to do about Jacob.
"Okay." Jacob became serious in an instant.
In fact, he was in a bad mood that day. However, he wanted to make sure Sara was happy, so he pretended to be happy, too.
Sara noticed the change in his expression.
She realized he wasn't really happy, so she lost herself in her thoughts for a little while. Suddenly, she realized that she still had a very important question to ask him.
"Jacob, when I called you, you said you resigned. What did you mean? What's going to happen now?" In the past few days, Sara had been thinking Jacob's resignation. What would he do in the future? Where was he going to go now?
She knew him well enough to know that his skills really lay in the business world.
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