The first time Zhou Xiaotang met Chen Yuzhou was on the steps of the school's main building.
He was surrounded by a group of people, smiling lazily and with the words "I don't need to work hard" written all over his body. She walked by with the book in her arms, thinking: Stay away from this kind of person.
Later he got really close to her.
All the cards were frozen, all the friends were gone, only the cashmere coat and a hand that knew nothing were left. He stood in front of the supermarket shelves to study which bread was the cheapest, stood in the kitchen staring at a pot of battered eggs, and stood in the rain waiting for a tomorrow that he didn't know would come.
Zhou Xiaotang picked him up.
Not soft-hearted. She wanted to see how long this young master could last.
She asked him to cook. He went from not knowing how to chop vegetables to making squirrel mandarin fish.
She asked him to work. He worked from washing dishes in the kitchen to delivering takeaways. He was so tired that he went home and fell asleep.
She asked him to kneel down. He just knelt down without asking her why.
Later, nothing happened at home. The money is back and my friends want to come back too.
He stood in the kitchen and asked her: If I go back, who will cook for you?
She grabbed his face. He didn't hide, he was still laughing.
This story takes place in London.
A person who knows everything picks up a person who knows nothing.
She taught him everything.
Except—that one thing she never said.
But he knows.
Intention: When he can't do anything, she picks him up. Later he knew everything, and it was still hers.