Young Master's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 47

Jiang Zhirui wanted to ask Little Fishy about his father, but he swallowed his words back.

Asking too many questions would only make him feel even more disappointed. There was no need to ask too many questions.

"Don't you like your mother's cooking very much?" Since it was boring to sit there, and he didn't have any interest in the cartoons on TV, Jiang Zhirui decided to chat with Little Fishy.

"I like it. I'm Xiaoyu's most loyal fan." When Little Fishy heard him say so, she hurriedly pouted her rosy cheeks and said resolutely.

"Then you just said that her cooking skills were 'on par', right?" Jiang Rui felt that chatting with this little guy was very fun, so he deliberately started to find a topic to talk about.

"That's what the bad uncle said." When Little Fishy heard his question, she turned her head and looked straight at him as she inserted the advertisement into the television.

Before waiting for the former to speak, he added, "Originally, my evaluation of Little Fishy's culinary skills was very high. However, a bad uncle shouldn't talk too freely, otherwise she would be easily proud. So I made sure to lower it a bit."

The difference between 'very high' and 'just like' didn't seem to be a single level. With the word 'still considered' added in the middle, it seemed to be subtly reduced by another standard.

When Jiang Rui heard his explanation, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Didn't he tell you that the two evaluations are very different?" This Lu Jingjing was always serious when talking to children. It was really incomprehensible.

When he thought back to the debate between the two back at the hospital, Jiang Zhirui had a huge opinion of him. A child is a child after all, why should it be so juicy?

"Nope." Little Fishy shook its head, looking confused. It had always thought 'just a little bit' was just a little bit worse than 'very high', so it grumbled with dissatisfaction, "Chinese is really troublesome. It's clearly one word weaker, how can it be so much worse."

"Alright, let's eat." Lin Xiangyu walked out with a large plate in her hands. She spoke to the two men sitting on the sofa as she walked towards the dining room opposite the kitchen.

"So fast?" Little Fishy was sitting on the back of the sofa, staring at the bowls and chopsticks Lin Xiangyu was placing in front of her. She didn't usually cook for less than an hour.

"Haven't you ever eaten tomato and egg noodles?" Jiang Zhirui looked at the little fish in surprise. This child clearly had no idea how long it would take to cook the noodles.

"Usually, other than fried vegetables and instant noodles, we don't cook any other small fish." The little fish had once again exposed her culinary skills, so she didn't shrug helplessly.

"Lin Jinshu, it's time to wash your hands and eat. You're the only one who talks so much." Lin Xiangyu pretended to be angry as she told her son, who was still lying on the sofa with his face buried in his lap, that this kid had a fast tongue and didn't give her any face at all.

Jiang Zhirui chuckled as he watched the small fish wash its hands with a grimace. In fact, how could he not know how good Lin Nianyu's cooking skills were?

Now she even knew how to cook. Back when she was with him, her fingers wouldn't be touched by the Yang Spring Water, and she wouldn't even be able to wash the dishes.

In the past, she had become a perfect wife and mother, but he still couldn't let her go and find a woman who was willing to cook for him.

"Have you ever gone to see Gu Jun?" Lin Xiangyu realized that there were still a lot of worried people and things to worry about when she was about to leave Seahold. This was her brother-in-law who wanted to kill her so badly.

If Jiang Zhirui hadn't threatened him with a small fish that day, he wouldn't have been put in prison when he went to court to testify against him.