Madam Li's Identity Is Exposed Again!

Chapter 490: Chapter 490: Genetics Is a Very Uncertain Thing

“Miss Chi, Little Young Master, the food is ready. Please prepare to dine.”

It turns out, after putting Kim Zhiyuan in the car, Huo Yi had returned.

Chi Jingchen’s cheeks were puffed out highly, and his little face was so red with anger that he was still fuming. Chi Enen didn’t dare to provoke him anymore. She quickly took the opportunity to change the subject, “Baby, let’s go wash our hands and have dinner.”

“Hmph!” He turned his face away, ignoring Chi Enen’s offered hand, and stomped off indignantly towards the outside.

Huo Yi, baffled as a monk scratching his head, looked towards the helpless Chi Enen and asked in a low voice, “Miss Chi, what’s wrong with the young master?”

“He’s fine, I just made him angry.” She shouldn’t have poked the little guy’s sore spot, especially by comparing him to Han Xiaoru and other little friends. But Baby Chi had one thing better than his father, “Butler Huo needn’t worry, he’ll just be mad for a bit and then he’ll forget about it.”

“I see.” Huo Yi didn’t take it to heart and reminded her, “Miss Chi, Master Jue is waiting for you outside. Hurry up, today they have the Squirrel Mandarinfish you love. It won’t taste good if it cools down.”

“Okay.” Chi Enen got up and with a slight bend of her eyes said, “I’m going to wash my hands.”

…

She washed her hands leisurely and when she came out, the big and the small were already seated at the dining table.

The mansion used a European-style long dining table, with servants standing by the side. The crystal lamp and the glasses on the table glinted off of each other, a luxurious and noble spectacle.

Li Beijue’s demeanor was infused with nobility, every move exemplifying the finest of aristocratic etiquette. Even though it was Chinese food, his graceful dining actions made it seem as if he was partaking in an elegant Western meal.

Baby Chi might be small, but in this respect he could compete with Li Beijue. Sitting up straight-backed, his dining movements were also exceptionally standard.

Chi Enen really didn’t understand how Baby Chi could act so properly when she hadn’t taught him any of this.

It seems that the TV dramas were right, where some noble families marry within their own kin to keep the bloodline pure.

Genetics must definitely play a part.

Otherwise, how could there be the saying that ‘dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and the offspring of a rat know how to dig holes’?

“Woman, why are you standing there like a fool? Come over here, come over here, I’ve picked out the fish tail for you.” Baby Chi was indeed a little friend who didn’t hold grudges, having gotten to the delicious food, he’d instantly forgotten how Chi Enen had stepped on his sore point about not growing tall, eagerly portioning the tastiest piece of fish onto her bowl.

His image of a child who ‘eats without speaking and sleeps without talking’, a little symbol of noble etiquette, crumbled in an instant. Her Baby Chi, even as a noble, was indeed the most down-to-earth stingy little noble.

Chi Enen held back her laughter, walked over, and took a seat next to him.

Looking down, her bowl indeed contained an additional fish tail. She reached out and pinched his cheek, her eyebrows and eyes bending into a smile, “Thanks, Baby.”

Chi Jingchen couldn’t understand why women loved to pinch his cheeks so much. It was the same with the women in his family, Aunt Anxin, Aunt Qin Nan, all the same. He didn’t like being pinched on the cheek, not at all manly. He subtly shifted to the side to dodge Chi Enen’s devilish hands, reminding her, “Woman, eat quickly.”

Chi Enen took up her chopsticks and began to eat.

The Squirrel Mandarinfish was sweet and sour, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. One bite, and it was clear it was the work of a Michelin Chef.

The delicious aroma of fish filled the air, completely free of any fishy smell. She closed her eyes in enjoyment, contented, and even her appetite seemed to improve.

After devouring two bowls of rice, she reluctantly put down her bowl and chopsticks, “I’m full.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om