Haicheng Jihe, the only daughter of an investment banker, has returned from veterinary medicine. After returning to China, she did not touch finance. She prefers cooking, shooting videos, and rescuing cats and dogs.
A friend held a wedding banquet for her and chose it in a small bar. As soon as the resident singer on the stage opened her mouth, her heart skipped half a beat.
The man's name was Chen Ye. His parents were both dead. He and his elderly grandmother guarded the old tofu shop, grinding beans during the day and singing to pay off debts at night.
The voice was wild and hoarse, like the wind blowing through the alley late at night.
Ji He came alone at first and only asked him to sing.
Everyone thought she was just being cool, and she thought she was just controlling her voice, until she saw him squatting on the ground at the door of the pet rescue station, with his hands full of tofu dregs, carefully feeding a stray cat with a broken leg.
At that moment she suddenly thought: she wanted to have many, many meals with him.
Later she asked: "Chen Ye, from now on I will cook and you will sing, is that okay?"
He was silent for a long time: "Ji He, I am in debt and have a grandma. What do you want?"
Her eyes were crooked: "I want you to sing to me, I want you to feed the cat, I want you to sing only to me from now on."
