Rongrong only cooked three dishes and a soup tonight, so as not to be accused of wasting food by someone again.

When Ji Mingjing arrived home, Ji Mingsheng happened to be returning from outside. Upon seeing him, Ji Mingsheng called out, "Mingjing, come on, let's go to the ancestral hall for dinner."

"Go ahead, brother. I'll handle it myself."

After refusing, Ji Mingjing walked straight ahead.

Walking along the long corridor in the front yard, Ji Mingsheng asked curiously, "Where are you going to take care of this?"

Ji Mingjing replied calmly, "Small kitchen."

A hint of craving appeared in Ji Mingsheng's eyes as he smiled and followed him, saying, "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've had a drink with you, I've been missing you. How about we have a drink tonight?"

Unfortunately, Ji Mingjing refused again: "I am not fully recovered and cannot drink alcohol. If you want to drink, you can go to my second brother."

"Well, I saw you going to the company so diligently every day, I thought you had recovered."

Ji Mingsheng was taken aback at first, then patted him on the shoulder: "Mingjing, the company is important, but your health is more important. Don't overwork yourself. You're not even married yet. If you ruin your health, two-thirds of the women who want to marry you will probably be gone, and the other third will only be after your money."

Ji Mingjing was about to nod when she heard the next sentence, "You're not married yet!" and she was completely taken aback!

He's not even thirty yet, so why does everyone seem to think that if he doesn't get married soon, no one will want him?

It must be because Gu Si got married too early!

As for Qin San, he's too young to fall in love, so let's not even mention him!

Ji Mingjing said expressionlessly, "Big brother, I'll have the small kitchen make snake chops tomorrow night. Remember to come and eat."

Instantly, Ji Mingsheng's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Ji Mingsheng especially loves snake chops, particularly the ones made in the small kitchen in the main courtyard. They taste amazing, but he can only eat them a few times a year. He wanted the main kitchen to make them, but Shen Xinrong is terrified of snakes and wouldn't allow snake chops on her table. Therefore, Ji Mingsheng could only sneak them out and bring them home.

Before he could speak, Ji Mingsheng added, "Hahaha, even if it hailes tomorrow night, I'll still be there!"

Just as they reached the fork in the road, Ji Mingsheng watched Ji Mingjing walk away before heading towards the main house's courtyard.

After walking for two minutes, Ji Mingsheng suddenly turned around.

The path Mingjing just took doesn't seem to lead back to Wuyayuan, does it?

Where is he going?

Ji Mingsheng returned to his courtyard with a complicated expression.

Seeing his absent-minded look, Shen Xinrong raised an eyebrow and said, "What trouble did you get into outside? You look so lost and disoriented."

Ji Mingsheng snapped back to reality instantly.

He glared at her, annoyed: "Can't you speak properly? It's as if he's always doing nothing but bad things outside."

Shen Xin smiled tolerantly: "Then what's wrong with you?"

Ji Mingsheng said, "I just came in with Mingjing. I wanted to have dinner with him at the ancestral hall, but he said we would eat in the small kitchen tonight. However, we parted ways at Biluo Pavilion. He didn't take the way back to Wuyaiyuan."

Shen Xinrong almost immediately thought of Rongrong.

In the past, she would definitely have sown discord with a few words, but now, Shen Xinrong just wanted to wait for her youngest son to be born and didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Why do you care so much? The whole house belongs to him. He can go wherever he wants."

"..."

That makes perfect sense, and Ji Mingsheng couldn't refute it. He just wished he had gone straight to the ancestral hall instead of returning to his own courtyard.

As Ji Mingjing walked to the attic, her phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID shows Rongrong.

Ji Mingjing stood outside without going in, answering the phone.

"Hello."

"The food is ready, just waiting for you to come home. How much longer until you get home?"

Listening to Rongrong's gentle voice, Ji Mingjing's mind kept repeating the phrases "waiting for you to come home for dinner" and "how long until you get home".

It gives him a warm feeling of 'a wife preparing a meal and waiting for her husband to come home for dinner'.

Ji Mingjing was deeply moved, but said, "You didn't say we should have dinner together tonight. I'm still at the company."

Rongrong stood by the window, looking at the person leaning against an apricot tree on the left side of the attic, and sighed: "Then go back the way you came."

Ji Mingjing: "..."

He suddenly turned his head to look at a window in the attic, and his eyes met those of the person inside.

An awkward feeling instantly enveloped him.

Even the usually composed Ji family patriarch, who could remain calm under immense pressure, felt a flicker of helplessness in his eyes when his lie was exposed by the woman he loved.

Will she think that he lied to her like this before?

Is she worried that he will lie to her like this in the future?

If you don't court death, you won't die.

Ji Mingjing now deeply understands this.

I thought she would be very angry, but after a moment, Rongrong's voice rang out softly: "I was just kidding, come in and eat."

A dramatic turn of events!

As if afraid she would change her mind, Ji Mingjing strode up the steps, saying, "I was just joking."

Rongrong hung up the phone.

A moment later, Ji Mingjing strode into the dining room. Three dishes and a soup were already laid out on the table. Although there were only half as many as yesterday, the aroma was just as enticing, making one's appetite increase just by looking at them.

He went to the kitchen to wash his hands and took the bowls and chopsticks away before Rongrong could.

Rongrong followed behind him empty-handed, and as she sat down, she said lightly, "I can't finish this by myself, so please help me digest it, Master."

Ji Mingjing looked up in astonishment: "..."

Why is she calling him "Master" again?

Where is Brother Jin?!

Ji Mingjing's heart roared like that of a wolf king.

Rongrong's tone remained unchanged: "Is there a problem?"

Ji Mingjing snapped out of her reverie and shook her head slightly: "No, I think it's okay to eat it every day."

"Every day?" Rongrong wanted to tell him he was dreaming, but in the end she just reminded him, "You are the head of the family, you should eat in the ancestral hall."

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