Banquet Hall:
Ji Yang looked at Jing Rui's expression, which was almost as if he had bitten a dog, and the corners of his thin lips lifted slightly.
"That's just his personality, you'll get used to it after you've been around him for a while," he said.
Having known Fu Jingshen for many years, Ji Yang was more aware of the man's temperament than even he was himself.
Jing Rui: "..."
Damn it...
Jing Rui had not yet come back to his senses, thinking that Fu Jingshen would pressure people with his military marriage or his power and influence.
He had not expected that Fu Jingshen would actually ask him if he could cook?
Damn, such a basic question.
But, the problem was that he had actually lost.
Shit!
Heh...
It took a while for Jing Rui to recover, then he said in a muffled voice, "Ji Yang, can you cook?"
Ji Yang nodded upon hearing this.
"Yeah."
Jing Rui then added, "Did you learn it especially for her?"
