The sky was clear, and the warm sunlight evenly shrouded the earth. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The verdant and soft lawn of Info Park is where a few children are playing happily.

It's a good day, and usually, under good weather, people's mood also gets better.

But now, Tabor's heart was cold, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked lost and depressed.

He was holding a cardboard box in his hand, and in the cardboard box, it contained his office utensils and personal belongings. Just now, Tarber walked out of Sports Illustrated's headquarters. Tarbor's ears seemed to echo the harsh chatter of his office colleagues.

"Did you hear, that Huaguo kid defeated Baro Yi, and Tabor lost!"

"Tabor didn't tell the media before the game that he couldn't lose, and the Chinese kid was definitely going to lose. Now, I'd love to see what Tabor looks like. ”

"Haha, Tabor, this person, is usually arrogant, and no one looks down on him. Now it's his turn to be out of luck. ”

"That's right, Tabor bets against Lin Ye from that Huaguo. Now if you lose, not only will you have to resign, but I am afraid that you will have to owe a lot of debts to the bank. ”

"Who made him so confident that he would buy all his property and buy Barlow to win."

Tabor was a man of great conceit and arrogance, and these comments pierced him like a needle. Originally, he wanted to be cheeky and continue to work in Sports Illustrated, but now, the taunts and gloating of his colleagues are unbearable for Tabor to bear. For the sake of that fragile pride in his heart, Tarber packed up his things and submitted his resignation report to his superiors.

In the past, he valued his boss, and he simply signed the resignation report and did not say anything to save him.

These bastards, villains! Taber scolded angrily in his heart, and Lin Ye, if it weren't for Lin Ye, he wouldn't be so miserable. Tabour's heart swelled with infinite hatred for Lin Ye. His house and car will soon be taken away by the bank. Soon, Tabor will have no place to live, and he will have to sleep in a government almshouse. There was not a penny left in his account, and there was a pile of bank bills piled up in his mailbox.

Lin Ye, I won't let you go, I want to be inseparable from you! Tarber yelled, so frightened that the squirrel that was gnawing pine nuts in the pine tree next to him almost fell off the tree.

And that bastard boss, I worked hard for him in vain, stayed up late and wrote countless reports, but he treated me as a stranger, and didn't even say a word of retention, I will make you regret it! The New York Herald has been trying to poach me for a long time, and now I'm going to go there, and you guys are waiting for me. Tabor held the cardboard box and walked towards the subway station.

Lin Ye was washing vegetables in the kitchen when he suddenly sneezed.

"Who's talking about me behind my back?"

Lin Ye said casually and continued to wash the vegetables seriously. Having just gone to the supermarket to buy a lot of food, Lin Ye is ready to cook a hearty dinner.

Originally, Lin Ye's cooking level was miserable, and he couldn't cook at all. In the past, he stayed at home 24 hours a day, mostly eating instant noodles with eggs, and occasionally ordering takeout.

Now, after coming to the United States and becoming a disciple of Jenon, Lin Ye suddenly experienced the pain of eating dark food every day. Jenon's cooking method is simple and crude, and he does not pursue the taste of normal people at all.

Jernon's egg salad looks like a sticky white bubble from shampooing, and it tastes like inferior cream that has spoiled for an unknown number of months.

The beef made by Jenon made Lin Ye felt sick to his stomach when he thought about it, and it was always undercooked and retained the original bloody and fishy smell of the beef. On a whim, Jenon made a beef sandwich. Lin Ye thought that he could change his taste and eat some normal food. As a result, Jenon made a pile of beef that was as soft as cotton wool, without any taste, full of a large spoonful, dripping with soup, like cashmere in water, and pulled down a lump of it, wet and sandwiched in hard bread. Lin Ye only ate one at that time, and he had the urge to buy a ticket to go back to his hometown on the spot.

Not to mention Jenon's daily vegetable salad, which he can't wait to squeeze into a bottle of salad every time he makes it. And the dish was often not clean, and Lin Ye even once took out a white, chubby worm covered with salad dressing from the vegetable salad.

There is also Jenon's favorite black pepper mushroom soup, where you toss the mushrooms into the pot and pour a large amount of black pepper into it first. Then put the chocolate in it and pour half a jar of honey into it. Stewed a pot of black, sweet soup that made it impossible to tell what it was, Lin Ye lost the courage to taste it after watching the production process of Jenon on the side. On the contrary, Norton ate with relish, making Lin Ye sigh that the stomach of foreigners is really different from ours.

After experiencing the devastation of Jenon's various dark foods, Lin Ye finally walked into the kitchen, picked up the spoon, and began the experience of cooking by himself. Although Lin Ye's cooking skills are not very good, the dishes are often mushy and burnt. But at least the stuff that was made could barely be eaten.

(I read the comments and revised the previous chapter on the stock market.) Thank you Hengjun for your suggestions. There are a little few updates today, but it's good to have a break tomorrow. Tomorrow will be closed for three shifts)''