Chapter 38: Let You Witness the Burning Grounds of Pursuing a Wife…

The little chubby boy didn’t believe anyone could be unafraid of his uncle. “You can’t fool me, I’m not a little kid.”

His uncle was fierce and strict, and even he, the little tyrant, had to shrink back and act like a well-behaved child in front of him.

The little chubby boy, unable to contain himself, urged her again. “I’m starving!”

Lu Hui said, “There’s a whole bunch of food on the table.”

There were ten dishes. No matter how picky the little kid was, surely he wouldn’t dislike all of them.

The little chubby boy turned his face arrogantly and pouted. “Those things aren’t even fit for humans, even pigs wouldn’t eat them.”

“…Now I really want to try how bad it tastes.”

“Stay put in your seat, I’ll be right over.”

“How many minutes is ‘right over’? Three minutes or five minutes?” The little chubby boy was vigilant, afraid she’d trick him.

Lu Hui flicked his forehead. “Right over means right over.”

The little chubby boy took one step from the kitchen to the dining room and looked back every time, his eyes seemingly glued to her.

Lu Hui quickly brought two dishes to the table, and everyone eyed the plates in front of her hungrily.

Starving, their mouths had no flavor, and once their appetite was stirred, it was hard to hold back.

The little chubby boy tried to reach the red-braised pork with his chopsticks but couldn’t quite reach, his face turning red as his whole body nearly climbed onto the table.

Lu Hui couldn’t watch this little foodie anymore. She placed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his seat, saying, “Sit properly.”

The little chubby boy huffed, “I can’t reach! You serve it to me.”

Lu Hui said, “Then you need to be polite.”

To fill his stomach, the little chubby boy endured his pride and awkwardly grunted like a little pig, “Please serve me some food.”

Lu Hui reluctantly gave him some pork, “What else should you say?”

The little chubby boy, though unwilling, said, “Thank you.”

Lu Hui praised him, “Now you’re being good.”

She then rubbed his chubby little face, saying, “You’re just too cute, I can’t help it.”

The little chubby boy’s face turned red as she successfully teased him.

Despite his big temper, he was easy to please. Clearly lacking parental love, he used his overbearing personality to attract attention.

The little chubby boy ate two bowls of rice with the red-braised pork, and it was delicious.

Others couldn’t hold back and tasted the food too. After the first bite, they wanted more. In no time, both plates were empty, with not a drop of sauce left.

The veteran from the variety show, who rarely showed interest in anything, made his way over to Lu Hui. Though he didn’t comment on much, he had to admit her cooking was much better than he expected.

It had been years since he had tasted such authentic red-braised pork. The last time was at a local Hangzhou restaurant, and that was nearly five years ago.

He was busy with six variety shows at once and didn’t have time to cook or even order takeout.

He shamelessly asked, “Is there any more meat in the fridge?”

Lu Hui, a bit slow to react, eventually realized he was talking to her when no one else answered, “There’s some left.”

Zhang Guangqi said, “How about you make some more for everyone?”

When the big boss from the show spoke, anyone with sense would agree. Zhang Guangqi expected her to.

Lu Hui replied with a long “Eh,” and then said, “Teacher Zhang, I’m not the show’s chef.”

This was a polite way of saying she wasn’t going to do it.

She didn’t like being in the kitchen. The smoke was irritating, and it harmed her skin. After cooking, she also had to wash the dishes and pots—it was a hassle.

If she were on a show like “MasterChef,” that would be different, but she wasn’t, so she had no reason to work for them for free.

Zhang Guangqi admitted he had been biased against her before and hadn’t treated her fairly.

“It’s just that your cooking is so good. We’ve been busy all day and haven’t had a proper meal. We’re really starving.”

Sighing, Lu Hui played the sympathy card. “You know the little young master I’m looking after? He’s really hard to manage. I spent the whole afternoon battling him, both mentally and physically. I’m exhausted. My bones feel like they’re going to break. Waaaah…”

“Cut it out!”

Zhang Guangqi didn’t know how to respond. Cen’s little tyrant was hard to handle, but wasn’t he well-behaved tonight after Lu Hui managed him? She didn’t seem like the one who had been tortured.

Zhang Guangqi tried to convince her but failed, realizing that Lu Hui didn’t let grudges go easily—she didn’t have the virtue of “returning kindness for harm.”

He couldn’t force her, so he finally sighed, “Fine, forget it.”

After dinner, the recording for the day ended.

Zhang Guangqi and the others were still hungry, so they took their assistants and rushed to a supermarket. However, they arrived to find it closed.

They were left to go to bed hungry.

Ning Jiao was used to it, but the younger men were not so fortunate. Their stomachs started to ache, and they couldn’t sleep.

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The little chubby boy had taken a bath before bed, changed into clean pajamas, and was behaving very well, staying obediently in his room.

Lu Hui made him lie down in the blanket to sleep, but he refused, blinking his round eyes. “My uncle will arrive at ten o’clock, I still have to report to him. I can’t sleep.”

“…” Lu Hui rubbed her forehead. “You can report to him tomorrow morning, it’s the same.”

The little chubby boy looked at her with distrust in his eyes. “I want to wait for my uncle.”

Lu Hui put down the children’s book she had in her hand. “Alright, I’ll also tell him about you throwing your food bowl and threatening to go on a hunger strike.”

“You’re so mean,” the little chubby boy rolled himself up in the blanket, “I want to sleep, you go out.”

Lu Hui tucked him into the blanket properly. “Sleep well.”

That evening, Cen Yueze did not appear in this remote little village courtyard.

The next morning, when the little boy woke up, his face was full of sorrow that couldn’t be hidden.

Lu Hui told him not to be sad.

He straightened his little body. “I’m not sad.”

“Yes, you are.” Lu Hui felt that the kid’s parents must be very busy, just leaving him with the family and not caring. She waved at him. “Come here, let me tell you a story.”

He kicked a small stone in frustration, lowered his head, and slowly walked over to her.

Lu Hui began to tell him the story of The Little Prince in a gentle voice, her tone soft and pleasant.

After listening to the story, the little chubby boy seemed to feel much better. At least, there were no tears welling up in his eyes anymore.

In two days, he could return home to his grandparents, but he was already starting to feel a little reluctant to leave this fierce sister.

Cen Yueze arrived right on time, about half an hour after Lu Hui had finished telling the little boy the story. His good nephew was already out playing hand-in-hand with other children.

Cen Bking raised an eyebrow when he saw Lu Hui. “Where’s my nephew?”

His tone sounded more like he was questioning “Where’s my son?”

Lu Hui replied, “He’s out playing.”

Cen Yueze stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, nodded, and then asked, “I heard you hit him.”

Lu Hui said politely, “He deserved it.”

Cen Yueze scoffed, “Cen Baor’s temper is a little bad, but he’s not a bad kid. I’ve never hit him, and yet you beat him to it.”

“Ha, you’re still being humble for him.”

Not just a little bad temper! His tantrums were so dramatic, it seemed like he was trying to tear down the sky before he’d stop.

Cen Yueze felt embarrassed by her sarcasm.

Lu Hui added, “Mr. Cen, my character in this show is his stepmother, not his biological mother.”

There’s no need to spoil him.

Cen Yueze frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. “Why the rush? I didn’t say you can’t discipline him.”

He was doing a good job of acting high and mighty. “Cen Baor definitely needs some discipline.”

Lu Hui had no intention of engaging in further conversation with him. “He’s at the village activity center, you can go look for him.”

Cen Yueze wasn’t in a hurry. “I’m not really in the mood to see that troublesome brat. I actually want to chat with you instead.”

“Mr. Cen, chatting costs extra.” She paused for three seconds and then added, “My Alipay account is…”

Cen Yueze had never met someone who could irritate him so effectively as Lu Hui did. She shut down every conversation with a single sentence.

He interrupted, “I never expected to see one of your former fiancés here.”

Lu Hui chuckled, smoothly dismissing his comment. “Just think of it as me broadening your horizons.”

“Huh?”

“Let you witness the famous scene of chasing a wife to the cremation ground.”

“??”

Cen Yueze laughed out loud. “Are you sure it’s not you who’s going to chase your husband to the cremation ground?”

Lu Hui shook her head. “That’s not a possibility.” She added, “Even if all the men in the world died, I wouldn’t chase anyone.”

Cen Yueze’s smile had a deep meaning. “Your rumored fiancé is standing right behind you, watching you.”

Cen Yueze seemed to feel sorry for Yan Zhao. “It seems he heard you. Look at that heartbroken expression, it really makes people feel sorry for him.”

Lu Hui said, “Do you feel sorry for him?”

Cen Yueze raised an eyebrow, waiting for her response.

Lu Hui seriously replied, “That’s great. You two can just get along.”

Cen Yueze nearly broke down on the spot. The temples on his head throbbed violently, his mouth twitched, and he held back for a long time before he didn’t spit anything out.