The Villain and the Cannon Fodder’s Mother

Chapter 115 – The little girl would always think about fish when she saw him (2)

Next to Lu Xun, his nephew mocked him, “Of course it’s delicious. It was made with an ’82 Château Lafite-Rothschild. This was by far the most lavishing meal I have ever had.”

Lu Xun: “……”

Lin Yiyi: “……”

Lin Yiyi was aware that it was a bottle of Château Lafite-Rothschild, but she didn’t know that Lu Xun grabbed a bottom from such an incredible year…

“It could have been any red wine. We were only using it to cook with.”

Luckily, this spendthrift wasn’t a family member of hers…

Then again, recalling the crazy way Ms. Lin Ping was when she went shopping, Lin Yiyi decided against saying anything.

Lu Xun felt wronged as well.

Lin Yiyi was the one who told him to grab a “slightly better” bottle of red wine…

Granted, the two had very different definitions of what was considered as “slightly better”. So he had brought her the bottle that was sitting in the most conspicuous spot and obviously “slightly better” than the rest.

“Your name is Zhe, right?”

Because of her own instant son, Lin Yiyi couldn’t help but want to treat this young man nicer. “I am going to make dessert after this. Anything in particular that you want?”

Her mannerism toward the young man was much better than how she was toward Lu Xun earlier.

CEO Lu, utterly pleased with Lin Yiyi’s meal, couldn’t be bothered by these minor details any more. In fact, he was incredibly delighted…

Even his nephew’s dang face that usually hurt his eyes to look at now appeared to be clear and delicate!

Lu Mingzhe gave her a look and said, “Tapioca.”

He recalled the dessert that looked fairly appealing from afar the other day.

Then he added, “Mango tapioca.”

Lu Xun: “……”

How was it that his nephew had become so fixated on mango tapioca?

Lin Yiyi, on the other hand, looked to be very happy. “What a coincidence. That’s my son’s favorite dessert. You two are so alike.”

When Meng Yuran found out about this later; no, we are not alike!

Right then, Mr. Chauffeur who was still waiting outside of the mansion was very worried. Young Master, do you still intend to head back to your summer camp?

His young master, at the moment, was enjoying his dessert happily.

Lin Yiyi felt that her last few hours was well spent as her cooking was appreciated by all.

Never mind that Lu Xun had been praising her as though his words were worthless.

Although his nephew, who was as awkward as her son, didn’t say anything explicitly, the way he was focused on nothing but the food in front of him said it all already.

Afterwards, Lu Xun took Lin Yiyi home assiduously.

By now Lin Yiyi had gone from suspecting to certain that the only reason he went all the way over to her house was to satisfy his desire for tasty food.

What a convoluted way to get what he wanted. Why did it have to be so complicated?

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By the time they had arrived at her front door and before he took off, she said to him, “Do you know where my restaurant is located? Next time you want my cooking, you can just go there. They are pretty much the same as my cooking, and I will also be there whenever I have free time.”

Lu Xun had been wanting to go there for a while now, just never had the chance to. He nodded after she had said that to him.

They had only chatted a little, but Meng Yuran had already spotted them.

As usual, he didn’t look too happy when he saw Lu Xun, “You again?”

He inwardly grumbled; weren’t you just here yesterday?

Lu Xun was blatant in his intention, and Meng Yuran just knew that he was bad news!

Meng Shanshan, on the other hand, had a natural fondness toward Lu Xun.

Perhaps because they have had grilled fish together before… Or perhaps foodies were just naturally drawn to each other.

“Uncle Lu, are you bringing more fish over today?”

The little girl would always think about fish when she saw him.

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Translator’s rambling (Fringe Fauna): My husband made me Gordon Ramsey’s braised short ribs before I translated this chapter. Guess it’s as close to boeuf a la bourguignon as it’s gonna get.