C80

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

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.

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

"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.

Lu Jingjing probably boasted about the bread and asked the child to help him cook it, but the result was that it was a mess.

Seeing the sneer on her face, Lu Jingjing gave her a somewhat sullen look. His expression was very serious: "Lin Xianyu, you pig of a woman, you never end your sleep. Aren't I afraid your son will starve to death?"

Seeing the effort on his face, Lin Xiangyu did not refute him. She only said gently, "Go wash up." Then he rolled up the sleeve of his dressing gown and began to clear up the mess in the kitchen.

This Lu Jingjing was really something. He had so much money, so what couldn't he buy? Why did he suddenly think of having to roast bread for himself? He really had the money to make it.

Taking a closer look at the embedded oven, he could smell a strong burnt smell coming from the inside. He pressed the switch a few times, but just like what Little Fishy had said, it was really broken.

He had burned an imported oven for over ten thousand yuan for a croissant worth two dollars each, which was quite a bargain.

"Forget it, I'll have Zining invite the family servant here to clean up." Seeing Lin Xiangyu's helpless expression, Lu Jingjing could feel that the kitchen had been thrown into chaos by him.

"Today is Sunday. It's rare for Zining to not be at your mercy, so you should let her go." "If you have money and no place to spend it," she added, turning back to look at him carefully, "you can just be my servant and pay for it."

"That's a good idea," Lu Jingjing didn't think that she would speak to Qi Ning in such a manner. He snorted coldly, "Then I'll pay for your service fees today."

With that, he walked up the stairs with a smirk.

He didn't even need to look in the mirror to know that he was in a sorry state. It didn't matter if Lin Nianyu and her son saw him, he couldn't be seen by the bodyguards outside.

"It really is a Grandet." She first poured the roasted dough into the trash can.

"Little Yu, who is Grandet?" Little Fishy blinked her big eyes as she started to clear the kitchen, listening to her mutter to herself with curiosity.

"It's a very stingy grandfather." In her mind, she only knew that he was a character in a novel and that he was very stingy. She couldn't remember his details, so she explained it concisely.

"Oh, this isn't like a bad uncle. He's still very young." Little Fish earnestly corrected her words.

Grandpa, the one I met at the yacht club yesterday was at the grandpa level.

"Alright, go wash your face and watch TV. Don't bother me with cleaning up here." Her son's words made her unable to retort, so she pushed him aside.

Ever since Little Fishy had gotten a custom-made electric wheelchair made for her by Lu Jingjing, her movements had been quite agile.

Because it could be adjusted up and down, he could brush his teeth and wash his face every morning.

After carefully wiping the flour off his face, the child obediently turned on the TV in the living room. He turned around and parked his wheelchair behind the sofa. Lin Nianyu told him that this was good for his eyes, so he always stayed far away from the TV.

"Audience friends, this morning, all the media were reporting the rumours about the CEO of the Lu family, Lu Jingzhen, and a young lady named Lin Xiangyu. The shocking thing is, they've already gotten a five-year-old boy."

The Chinese Entertainment Channel, where the little fish loved to listen to popular music, would freeze the television when they had no choice.

It was a short conversation, and Lin Nianyu, who had been so busy in the kitchen, felt like she had been electrocuted. She quickly entered the living room.

"Chinese Entertainment Media, latest report." By the end of the host's last official sentence, her face had already turned pale.

"Lin Jinyun, turn off the TV." She angrily roared at the child.

"Lin Xiangyu, what's the matter with you now?" Lu Jingjing had just changed into a clean set of casual clothes and walked down the stairs, when he heard Lin Xiangyu's shouts and asked in confusion.