Jing Rui pressed his thin lips together, feigning indifference as he spoke, "Just taking a casual look..."
Seeing a flash of dimness in Jing Rui's dark pupils, the Jing Family patriarch couldn't help but speak up, "What's the point of pretending not to care in front of her all the time? Why don't you tell her that you've been learning to cook recently, trying to be a domestic good man... Our Jing Family's kitchen has been burned by you more than a dozen times."
"Really, you also pretend to be living it up outside... and all those flings with the swallows and nightingales, you've probably never even touched those women," he said.
Jing Rui: "..."
"Look at the blisters on your hands, how come there are even more today?"
The Jing Family patriarch felt heartache and hurriedly said, "Go get a first aid kit for me, I'll help the young master with it."
"Yes, Patriarch Jing."
The servant didn't dare to dally and quickly fetched the first aid kit.
