Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife
Chapter 38: Le Tong’s Loyal Little Follower

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Le Tong’s Loyal Little Follower

Afterward, Le Tong didn’t ask anything more and turned around to enter the kitchen with ease.

Opening the fridge and seeing it filled with a dazzling array of ingredients, Le Tong pursed her lips. This President Ji really thinks highly of her. Does he really consider her a five-star chef who can cook anything?

The auntie was very diligent. While Le Tong was busy in the kitchen, she helped out on the side. Like all servants, she seemed to enjoy gossiping about the master’s house.

"Miss Le, don’t you think it’s strange that our young master, being so rich and handsome, hasn’t found a beautiful wife to keep the young master company?"

Le Tong didn’t respond. Not to mention that this person was her boss, even if it were someone else, it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to make any random comments.

After all, it’s someone else’s private matter. Although she’s usually into gossip, she keeps it to herself for entertainment and doesn’t like to inquire about or delve into other families’ trivial matters and gossip.

In her view, everyone has their own way of living and the right to decide how they live as long as it doesn’t hinder others. Other people have no right to criticize.

Seeing that Le Tong was not responding, the auntie put the peeled potatoes in a basket and continued, "In my opinion, this child’s bad temper is mostly due to the lack of a mother. He may look cute on the outside, but no one can handle him when he acts up."

Le Tong still didn’t reply, focusing on cutting beef and quietly listening until the auntie finished. Then she proactively changed the topic and asked, "Auntie, is there anything Mr. Ji and the young master can’t eat?"

The auntie glanced at her and finally understood that Le Tong wasn’t interested in the gossip she had been talking about.

After that, the topics of conversation, under Le Tong’s intentional guidance, centered solely on cooking experiences and tips. They did not talk about Ji Rui and his son again.

With the auntie’s help, Le Tong managed to finish preparing the six dishes and one soup by 4:50.

"Miss Le, thank you for your hard work. Why don’t you have a cup of tea and some snacks before you leave?"

When Le Tong walked out of the kitchen after washing her hands and taking off her apron, the auntie apologetically handed her a steaming cup of tea. On the coffee table, there were delicately arranged snacks and cakes.

"Auntie, you’re too kind. This is my job. There’s no such thing as hard work in my view."

Le Tong took the tea and drank a couple of sips, not saying this to make the auntie feel better, but because it was her genuine thought.

Cooking for Ji Rui wasn’t different from working at Ji Family. It was just a change of job content and location, which made no difference to her.

Le Tong stood by the table, finished most of her tea, set the cup down on the coffee table, and bent down to put on the coat and scarf she had taken off earlier. "Auntie, I’m leaving. Goodbye!"

As she turned to leave, she couldn’t help but glance again at the father and son photo.

About half an hour after Le Tong left, Ji Rui arrived home with Ji Baby.

"Wow, it smells so good! Daddy, what delicious food have you made for me?"

As soon as Ji Baby stepped in, he sniffed the air like a little puppy. Catching the aroma of the food, he didn’t even bother to change his shoes before he wriggled out of Ji Rui’s hand and dashed into the dining room.

"WOW, WOW! ... Daddy, you’re the best! You had that lady make me fish balls and grilled wings again!" Very soon, Ji Baby’s exaggerated shouts echoed from the dining room.

Ji Rui was momentarily dumbfounded until he remembered. During an outing, Baby kept asking who made those foods. Fed up with the questions, he casually made up a story, saying an old lady helped cook them.

Listening to his son happily exclaiming, Ji Rui’s handsome brows softened into a faint smile. When he turned into the dining room and spotted Ji Baby, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

Ji Baby’s shoes were flung to either side of the dining room, and the shoe owner was kneeling on a chair, with the upper body leaning on the dining table, pulling and gnawing at a grilled wing in his hand.

Juice was sticking to the corners of his mouth as he mumbled, "Mmm... so tasty... so good..."

Seeing him like a hungry little wolf who hadn’t eaten in hundreds of years, Ji Rui was both amused and exasperated.

"Baby, wash your hands first!" Ji Rui walked over, speaking sternly, and reached out a hand to try to lift him from under his armpits.

At this delicious moment, how could Ji Baby bear to leave? He tilted his head slightly and snuggled into Ji Rui’s embrace, batting his long lashes that blinked like fans, and gazed at Ji Rui with his puppy-like watery eyes.

"Daddy... Baby is so hungry..." The little pup said while shaking his head and wiggling his tail, snuggled restlessly in Ji Rui’s arms. At the same time, he continued to tear at the delicious grilled wing, his lips and chin greasy and dirty from the wing’s sauce.

Ji Rui had a slight germaphobia. He initially wanted to steel his heart and drag the highly dramatic Ji Baby to the washroom, but faced with his pitiful little eyes, he couldn’t harden his heart or his hands. With no other option, he let him go and went to the washroom himself, fetching a basin of warm water, placed it on the table, wrung a towel, and spread it out in front of Ji Baby.

"Come on, wipe your face clean first."

Reluctantly putting down the grilled wing, Ji Baby giggled twice and suddenly buried his face in Ji Rui’s large palm, rubbing his cheeks against the damp towel like a mole burrowing through soil. Then he tilted his little face proudly and giggled at Ji Rui, "Daddy, it’s clean now!"

Before Ji Rui could say anything, Ji Baby had already stuffed the grilled wing back into his mouth.

Staring at his son’s face, now resembling a little flower cat’s with all the sauce, Ji Rui could only shake his head helplessly. He washed the dirty towel clean, held his little head in one hand, and used the other to wipe from his red, chubby cheeks to his dirty mouth. Ji Baby, however, was very cooperative. He simply ate while Ji Rui wiped.

Ji Baby’s skin seemed very delicate, reddening wherever the towel touched, which made Ji Rui lighten his touch. His fingertips gently glided over Ji Baby’s cheeks, sparking a familiar sensation. Ji Rui’s thoughts momentarily drifted, recalling that night when his fingers brushed over Le Tong’s skin, feeling roughly the same now.

Realizing he was again unwittingly reminiscing about that night, Ji Rui shook his head vigorously, forcibly suppressing those inappropriate thoughts, and looked down at his son.

"Didn’t Grandpa Li have someone grill them for you?"

He simply didn’t understand. Didn’t Le Tong elaborate on the ingredients and methods in great detail over the phone that day? So why does this little rascal insist on everything being tasteless unless cooked by Le Tong herself?

Could it be that Le Tong added something special to these foods?

But how was that possible? That day, Le Tong was forcibly brought back by him and used everything either he bought or things from the house. Even if she wanted to add something, she wouldn’t have been able to.

Analyzing carefully, Ji Rui couldn’t help but smile at his own paranoia.