My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 1597: Chapter 1598: Only Held a Scalpel

His face went from dark to blue to flushed, his chest stuffed with frustration ready to explode, and he cursed at the man in front of him, “What’s so funny! As if you’re not a single dog yourself! Your wife has been gone for almost three years, and you’re still using your right hand to solve things! Worse than me, and you still have the nerve to laugh!”

Fu Yi was completely indifferent, his eyes behind the glasses raised in that signature cunning way, “At least I have a wife.”

A direct hit!

Cui Jiangjing was dispirited all the way back from the market to Dihor Garden, under a lot of stress, completely in a state of disarray. After getting home, he was caught by Rong Yan and used as a laborer, helping to pick vegetables, wash vegetables, peel garlic.

Rong Yan was so busy that his feet didn’t touch the ground. He and Fu Yi, who was also caught as a laborer, sat by the side peeling garlic. Mr. Cui, whose precious hands usually only held surgical tools, grumbled quietly while indignantly stripping the cloves, “Why does Shengxiao get to wash vegetables while we two have to squat here doing this! Unfair treatment, I protest!”

Fu Yi elegantly tossed a peeled, pristine white clove into the bowl, casually curled his lips, “You insisted on coming for the meal, if you want to eat, just help quietly, quit complaining. Your bowl is empty, here, let me give you two more.”

He casually grabbed a handful of unpeeled garlic in front of himself and dumped it into Cui Jiangjing’s bowl, only to be met with a loud roar from Cui Jiangjing, “Damn it, take it back! I finally almost finished, and here you are shoving yours into my bowl!”

“Aren’t we good brothers?”

Cui Jiangjing furiously grabbed the garlic from his bowl and returned it to him, snorted coldly, “No brothers among laborers! Especially since you just hit me where it hurts, now you want me to help you, no way!”

Fu Yi raised his eyebrow, deftly prepared to peel another clove, his porcelain white fingers perfectly like artworks, glanced at him swiftly, and delivered the quick, precise, and ruthless kill, “Just like you chasing Gu Linxi, no way?”

“Fu Yi, screw you!”

“Go, buy yourself a plot at West Mountain Garden, let me know when you succeed so I can start calling you—Dearest Uncle.”

“…”

Making hotpot is super troublesome, and making a divided hotpot is even more so! Rong Yan was busy for an hour and a half to get the base soup done, sectioned into the specially bought divided hotpot. The beef, chicken feet, bass, and yellow croaker were marinated with spices, ready to be cooked.

As she directed the three men to set the table, prepare the utensils, Cui Jiangjing indignantly ran to Li Shengxiao’s wine rack to open a bottle of vintage red wine, claiming he was rewarding himself.

The hotpot bubbled on the induction stove, the rich butter flavor wafting throughout the living room.

Cui Jiangjing had initially been interested in sampling the red wine he selfishly opened, but soon found himself salivating at the steaming hotpot on the table, yelling, “Little Yan Rong, isn’t it ready yet? My stomach is about to cave in with hunger!”

“Need to wait a bit longer.”

He reluctantly dragged his eyes from the delicious looking hotpot, took a tasteless sip of red wine, then quickly glanced back again, starting to groan, “Isn’t it done yet? I’m starving!”

The door creaked open, and Li Shengxiao returned with Lin Zhiya and Li Duidui, while Rong Yan came out with a cup of poured milk, smiled and greeted the two, turned to those complaining and said, “Alright, now that everyone’s here, we can start eating.”