Naturally, analysis wasn’t possible; Secretary Jiang’s mind was like a needle on the sea floor; even if the entire office were to be convened, they wouldn’t be able to figure out what Secretary Jiang was thinking. In the evening, Jiang Xichu and Chen Man returned home together; Jiang Xichu entered the kitchen without pausing for rest; the day before she’d bought three days worth of food, each meal different; a two vegetable dish, a meat dish, a hot soup, and in addition fruit after the meal, the daily life nutritious. Tonight, the meal was stir-fried bean sprouts and garlic chives, stir-fried yellow onion shoots with shredded meat, small, crunchy deep-fried meatballs, plus a bowl of winter melon and pork cutlet soup. When she marinaded the shredded meat and prepped the ground meat, she also chopped the vegetables and minced the ginger into a paste; Jiang Xichu’s pace was very quick; in under three minutes, all the vegetables were prepared, and immediately after, she turned on the gas s