Young Master's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 80

Lin Xiangyu finally understood why the world said that money could make things difficult.

Last night, he had fallen asleep while his master was giving him a massage, and even when he woke up, he still hadn't woken up.

If she was as tired as that dog from the first day, then her whole body would be sore the next day. However, when she woke up this morning, she didn't feel anything, as if she had been reborn.

"Weird, I was obviously massaging in the living room yesterday, how did I get onto the bed?

She sat up and looked around suspiciously. She thought she had used the Art of Shifting Stars.

Suddenly, she realized that she was completely asleep, and her face instantly flushed red.

Fortunately, he had not been seen by Lu Jingwen in this state. Otherwise, he would have been ridiculed by him again. But what about his sapphire dress?

"Lin Xiangyu, get up and make breakfast." Lu Jingjing's voice sounded again. This time, it wasn't from the house, but from the living room downstairs.

Lin Nianyu rolled her eyes and remained unmoved. She only knew how to eat when it came to food.

Five years ago, Lu Jingjing rarely dined at home, and it didn't seem like he ate more than five times a year. However, now, he almost always came back to eat every day.

Other than saying that their food was soft and neither hard nor soft when their dishes were not good, it was just a bunch of provocations and boasting shamelessly about helping him improve his culinary skills.

"Little Yu, hurry up and get down. It's on fire." The little fish also cried out nervously, as if it had seen a fire.

What was going on?

Lin Xiangyu could ignore Lu Jingjing, but she could not ignore her son. Furthermore, his voice sounded like he didn't know what to do.

Without thinking too much, she quickly got out of bed, rummaged in the closet for a robe that reached to her knees, tied it up, and ran downstairs.

"What's wrong?" As she descended the stairs, she looked for her son.

If there really was a fire, the first thing she would do was carry her son and escape, so all his positions were important to her.

When she saw the situation clearly, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

What were these two men up to?

Lu Jingjing was wearing an apron and his entire face was black, while the little fish had a face full of flour, as if it had just been scooped out of a bowl.

"Little Fishy, bad uncle burned the oven." The child muttered with a regretful expression on his face.

"Why?" Lin Xiangyu asked as she looked at Lu Jingjing.

The latter pursed her lips towards the table, where a whole grilled plate of dark food was placed. It was impossible to tell what it was.

"He said he was going to bake me a box of fragrant croissants, but it turned out that way." The child's eyes were filled with regret as he looked at the black object in the plate. It truly pained him to see that it was filled with his own hardships.

It was at this point that Lin Xiangyu finally understood most of what was going on.