"As long as your brother is alive, I don't need to worry about him. Even when he studied abroad in the United States, he lived on his own for years and didn't starve," Mr. Jing's expression finally relented a bit when mentioning Jing Jihan.
Jing Luozhou raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? So during those years outside, did he hone his cooking skills to perfection?"
Mr. Jing took a sip of soup without responding, probably because he hadn't tasted Jing Jihan's cooking before and couldn't comment.
"Tsk, I wonder if I'll ever get to taste my brother's cooking in this lifetime," Jing Luozhou muttered, chewing on a mouthful of saucy West Lake vinegar fish with a clicking sound, "Even if he just cooks some noodles, that would be fine."
Mr. Jing snorted, "You know how busy Jihan is every day, and you want him to drop everything at the company to cook noodles for you? You little rascal aren't afraid of shortening your lifespan!"
