The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Chapter 101: Pretending Not to See

Chen JianShe was getting a little antsy and stood up.

"Brother Leng, I didn’t realize your wife had prepared so much food. This is too extravagant! I’ll go catch some more fish and bring them over."

Gu Jiaojiao’s cooking was better than a state-run restaurant’s. A meal like this would cost at least ten yuan there.

The few fish he’d caught weren’t worth much in comparison.

Leng Yuan looked at the endearingly simple Chen JianShe, speechless. "No need. Sit down and eat."

As he spoke, he pushed the man back down into his seat.

Only then did Chen JianShe sit, but he had already made up his mind. He would definitely bring more fish next time.

Gu Jiaojiao heard Chen JianShe as well and came out carrying the mushroom soup, a helpless look on her face. "You’ve already brought more than enough. Hurry up and eat."

When Leng Yuan saw Gu Jiaojiao come out, he rushed forward to take the soup from her hands.

His gaze fell on her fingers, which were flushed red. "Next time you have to carry something hot like this, remember to call me."

Country folk who worked the fields had rough, thick skin. Few of them were afraid of getting burned.

But Gu Jiaojiao was different. Her fingers were fair, slender, and delicate. She was terrified of even slightly high temperatures. Ever since Leng Yuan learned of this quirk, he’d never let her carry a soup bowl.

Gu Jiaojiao smiled. She was actually fine; her husband was just overly concerned about her.

The three of them sat down, with Gu Jiaojiao beside Leng Yuan. No one picked up their chopsticks.

Gu Jiaojiao couldn’t help but look at Leng Yuan with a small smile.

Leng Yuan sighed helplessly and picked up his chopsticks.

His young wife was incredibly insistent on giving him enough face in front of outsiders.

With Leng Yuan leading the way, Gu Jiaojiao and Chen JianShe finally picked up their chopsticks.

Each of the three took a piece of the spicy rabbit. After one bite, Gu Jiaojiao found it a bit too spicy. Once she finished the piece in her hand, she didn’t reach for any more.

Leng Yuan, however, particularly loved the spicy diced rabbit. He couldn’t stop after the first bite.

Chen JianShe could handle his spice, too. The two men gnawed on the spicy rabbit, ate scallion pancakes, and drank mushroom soup. They also feasted on the pickled cabbage with stewed pork and the sweet and sour eggs.

Every single dish was delicious. This was simply heaven on earth.

Chen JianShe glanced enviously at his Brother Leng. ’The good life with a wife and a warm home really is different from being alone.’

Just as he was thinking this, Chen JianShe saw the rabbit meat rapidly disappearing.

He immediately cast aside his autumn melancholy; it was getting in the way of a good meal.

Gu Jiaojiao was full when the two men were only halfway through the meal, so she put down her chopsticks.

The remaining two men ate every last bit of the food Gu Jiaojiao had prepared before stopping, their faces full of satisfaction.

Gu Jiaojiao watched, dumbfounded.

’These two are incredible,’ she thought. ’I prepared enough for five people, and they finished it all.’

He certainly wasn’t going to undermine his own wife, so he ignored Chen JianShe’s silent plea for help.

"Just tell her what you think."

’What I think!’

Chen JianShe was at a loss. What kind of opinion could he possibly have?

He could only force himself to start thinking.

Gu Jiaojiao looked at him expectantly.

Chen JianShe thought for a long time and finally remembered something. A couple of days ago, his younger sister, Qiushou, had been complaining that her skin had gotten darker again and said she wished there was a face cream that could lighten it.

"Ma’am, I think as long as the products are good, there will definitely be... a market. Yes, a market."

Gu Jiaojiao nodded, signaling for him to continue.

Chen JianShe: ...

He felt like he was being put through the wringer.

Being forced to discuss things girls liked was pure torture.

He mulled it over for another moment and vaguely understood what "purchasing power" meant. The term was actually quite descriptive.

"Ma’am, I think the co-op’s selection is limited, and you still need ration tickets to buy things. If we have something better than what they offer, it’ll definitely sell well."