“Your company’s so busy, what about work if you’re here?”
“I’ve got a whole management team, can’t they handle things? What’s the point of keeping them otherwise? Worst case, my three brothers are there, they’ll pop in to help when they’re free.”
“Su Nan and Zhan Yin will keep an eye out too, don’t worry, Lu Group won’t collapse just because I’m away.”
For Lu Dongming right now, nothing was more important than his wife.
Lu Group had his three brothers to look after it, plus the management team he’d trained and promoted, so he didn’t need to worry.
Who told him to be a “cripple” now?
Whenever his brothers grumbled about managing the company for him, he’d say he was a useless man, struggling just to walk.
Then his brothers would feel sorry for him, say nothing more, and dutifully handle the company.
The group entered the house.
“Let’s eat first.”
Feng Qing said.
Inside, the house had heating, and Lu Dongming instantly felt warm.
Hai Ling understood him and immediately helped him take off his coat.
“I’ll take you to wash your hands for dinner.”
Hai Ling supported him, ready to help him to the sink.
Lu Dongming said, “No need to help, it’s a short distance, I can manage.”
With that, he gestured for Hai Ling to let go, and he slowly walked to wash his hands.
Hai Ling let him go, allowing him to make his way slowly.
Feng Qing didn’t call in the servants, so she and Fang Yao went to the kitchen, bringing out the prepared dishes one by one, setting them on the small dining table.
The Feng family estate had several dining rooms, for family gatherings they used the one next to the small dining room, which had a long table seating twenty.
For large banquets with clan members, they’d use the largest dining room.
But with just four people eating now, they used the smallest dining room.
“Hai Ling, Dongming, these dishes were all made by our Mr. Fang, try his cooking.”
Feng Qing invited the couple while noting that Fang Yao had cooked today’s meal.
“Mr. Fang’s cooking? I’ve got to taste it properly then. I’ll grab a bottle of good wine, let’s have a couple of drinks.”
Hai Ling turned to fetch the wine.
She didn’t need to go back to the company today anyway.
Feng Qing and Fang Yao likely weren’t going out either.
So, a couple of drinks it was.
Fang Yao smiled, “I only know how to cook a few home-style dishes.”
Feng Qing teased him, “Humility is a virtue, but don’t overdo it. With your skills, you could whip up a full Manchu-Han banquet.”
An all-around assistant, naturally.
Not only could he cook, but his dishes were delicious.
Even a five-star chef’s skills were no match for Fang Yao’s.
Fang Yao looked deeply at Feng Qing, saying affectionately, “I honed my cooking skills so Miss could eat well. Whatever Miss likes, I’ll make for her.”
*Cough cough—*
Hai Ling and Lu Dongming coughed lightly in unison.
A reminder that the couple was still here.
Feng Qing’s face actually turned red.
Even though she and Fang Yao hadn’t done anything.
Just a sweet word from Fang Yao.
“You two have fed us enough of your dog food, now it’s your turn to eat some of ours.”
Blushing, Feng Qing turned to face Hai Ling, whose eyes held a teasing glint, and spoke confidently.
Hai Ling laughed, “That’s… I’ve got no comeback for that.”
“Husband, come, sit, I’ll serve you some soup, tell me what you want, I’ll get it for you.”
Miss Hai was quick to follow suit, dishing out dog food for Feng Qing to taste.
