Chapter 466: Teaming Up to Trick My Mother-in-Law

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the two of them were stuck together like conjoined twins again.

Xiang Shan kept exhaling, rolling her eyes to the sky. "I can't take it! Hurry up and cook, I'm going to Jingjing."

Xiang Shan turned and walked out.

Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli and teased with a smile, "Look at you, you scared your mom off."

"Doesn't that mean our plan is more than half successful?"

Jiang Muye pinched Leng Ruoli's still slightly swollen cheek and said, "Heh heh, you've really got some skill, you maniac who loves screwing over her mom."

"If I didn't screw her over, my husband would've been stolen away by her." Leng Ruoli gave a little harrumph, then pouted her lips at Jiang Muye. "My face is still swollen from getting my wisdom tooth pulled, no pinching."

"I'm pinching anyway, you're so cute, like a little hamster." Jiang Muye's smile grew even wider. "Just a tiny pinch, just for a second."

"Heh heh, no way!"

Jiang Muye rubbed Leng Ruoli's soft body, his forehead affectionately pressed against hers. "The plan hasn't succeeded yet, comrade, you still need to work hard."

"Won't give up until we reach the goal!" Leng Ruoli clenched her fist, a blazing fire in her eyes, her will firm.

Jiang Muye laughed out loud and nodded straight away. "Right, well said."

After the two of them cuddled for a while, they continued cooking.

Jiang Muye quickly finished five dishes and a soup. Leng Ruoli wanted to help carry them out, but Jiang Muye stopped her when he saw it. "Don't carry this clay pot, it's hot, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Last time Leng Ruoli's hand had been burned, and Jiang Muye still had lingering fears. How could he let Leng Ruoli burn her face this time?

Leng Ruoli watched Jiang Muye step forward and carry the clay pot out with a cloth, so she sweetly followed him, just carrying some bowls and chopsticks.

Leng Ruoli also called out to Xiang Shan, "Mom, dinner's ready, come quick."

Xiang Shan hadn't held any expectations for Jiang Muye's cooking. After all, few young people these days knew how to cook, let alone young men in the kitchen. If he didn't starve himself, being able to make instant noodles was already excellent.

Xiang Shan had already been picturing Jiang Muye making a few cold dishes, or relatively basic fare, like tomato and egg stir-fry, or cucumber salad.

But Xiang Shan saw that the table was full of hearty dishes!

Stir-fried shrimp, kung pao chicken, pan-fried hairtail, garlic scallops, braised pork, and a big bowl of three-delicacy chicken soup. It was very rich, and the aroma had already reached Xiang Shan's nose, making her mouth begin to water.

It smelled so good!

And it looked delicious, the colors appetizing.

Xiang Shan's mouth was already watering, her eyes unable to leave the dishes on the table.

"Mother-in-Law, here, your rice." Jiang Muye handed Xiang Shan a bowl of rice.

Only then did Xiang Shan force herself to hold back, nodding coolly. "So slow, I'm about to starve to death."

"The chicken soup took a bit of time, it was already very fast." Leng Ruoli began to speak up for Jiang Muye. She couldn't stand hearing anyone say a single bad thing about him.

"Your arm is bending outward." Xiang Shan glared at Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli said matter-of-factly, "He's my fiancé, so of course my arm bends toward him."

"Then it doesn't bend toward me?" Xiang Shan was a bit dissatisfied.

"It does, don't you see this arm of mine pointing toward you? I'm just being realistic." Leng Ruoli said playfully, her arm already nudging toward Xiang Shan.

Her little gesture pleased Xiang Shan quite a bit, and made Jiang Muye laugh too.

How could his wife be so cute?

While Jiang Muye was gazing at Leng Ruoli with eyes full of love, he received a vicious glare from Xiang Shan.

Jiang Muye was fearless. He'd already decided on Leng Ruoli, so he was going to show off their love together with her.

Even if it was his Mother-in-Law, she couldn't oppose it.

"Here, have some chicken soup, you need to nourish yourself, you've been looking weak lately." Jiang Muye began ladling a bowl of chicken soup for Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli eagerly took the chicken soup with both hands and blew Jiang Muye a kiss through the air. "Love you!"

"I love you too!" Jiang Muye cooperatively threw Leng Ruoli a flirtatious look.

Clang.

Xiang Shan, who had just picked up her chopsticks, now set them down.

Could this meal even be eaten?

Her original appetite vanished in an instant, leaving only a belly full of gloom and helplessness.

Xiang Shan scrutinized Jiang Muye. "Don't I get any?"

"You do." Jiang Muye ladled a bowl for Xiang Shan and handed it to her. Xiang Shan was delighted, her gaze toward Jiang Muye much gentler. Just as she was about to taste it, Jiang Muye's words rang out.

"Mother-in-Law, at your age you really need to take good care of yourself. Chicken soup is the most nourishing and the best for beauty."

Xiang Shan nearly smashed the bowl.

There was no need to say any of that!

Xiang Shan had originally felt that she looked no different from a thirty-year-old woman, and if she dressed a bit younger, she'd look like she was in her twenties. But now, after Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli repeatedly brought it up, Xiang Shan felt that the money she'd spent on beauty treatments had been somewhat wasted.

Was her age really that obvious, did she really need to take such good care of herself and go buy things?

Xiang Shan gazed at Jiang Muye sorrowfully.

He was fair and tender, full of spirit, extraordinarily handsome, completely youthful, not showing his age at all.

It seemed that standing next to him, there was an obvious age gap.

No matter how much her appearance didn't reveal her age, she still had to admit that she and Jiang Muye didn't look like mother and son, but rather like an older sister and younger brother.

Yet Leng Ruoli and Jiang Muye were very well matched. Jiang Muye looked older than Leng Ruoli, like an older brother and younger sister, and their ages were comparable too.

At this moment, Xiang Shan began to feel a bit jealous of her daughter. If she could be as young as her daughter, did that mean she'd have some chances too?

While Xiang Shan was feeling melancholy, Leng Ruoli reminded her, "Mom, the food's getting cold, hurry up and eat, try Mingyu's cooking."

Xiang Shan snapped out of it.

What was she thinking?

Why should she be jealous of her daughter? Everyone grows old someday. When her daughter reached her age, she might not necessarily look as young as she did.

She had her elegance, and she had her strengths.

Even if their appearances didn't match, her strengths could make up for the flaw of age.

For example, she was very rich.

With that thought, Xiang Shan felt much more balanced.

She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat the chicken. The moment it entered her mouth, she tasted how tender the meat was, the flavor superb, incredibly delicious.

It felt even better than what she'd eaten at other restaurants, not dry at all.

She took another sip of the chicken soup. Truly fresh and delicious!

This chicken soup was stewed just right, still warm, with a golden broth, not too oily and quite refreshing, blending perfectly with the spices.

"How is it, isn't it good?" Leng Ruoli said with a smile. "From now on I'll be in for a treat. As long as Muye and I get married, whenever you want to eat, he can make it for you."

Xiang Shan, who had been in a good mood enjoying the food, was now unhappy.

How could she not understand the hints in her own daughter's words?

She'd already laid down harsh words before, so naturally she couldn't change her stance. Wasn't saying this just slapping her in the face?