Our Qingqian Loves Spicy Food the Most. How Could Yanshen Not Like Spicy Food?

At the mention of her grandfather, Lin Qingqian's eyes could not help but darken, and disappointment and guilt silently lingered in her clear eyes.

Her parents had passed away when she was young. She had grown up by her grandfather's side. Her grandfather was her dearest person in the world. He had once hoped that she could get into a good university and find a good job to live a dignified life.

Her grandfather had said, "A girl doesn't have to get married and have children to be considered a good woman. As long as she studies hard, works hard, and lives a steady life, a girl can also have some achievements."

But she—

From the moment she saw Jiang Yanshen, she had thrown all her grandfather's hopes to the back of her mind. She had wasted seven years and lived a life that her grandfather hated.

Lin Zhaoyan knew that she was sad at the mention of the old man, so she comforted her, "Don't worry, the old man only wants you to live a healthy and happy life. Even if the old man is gone, I'm still here!"

She was Lin Qingqian's only family. In contrast, Lin Qingqian was also her only family in this world.

Lin Qingqian nodded and pursed her lips. "I know, Little Aunt."

"Go back to your room and rest. Don't disturb me from cooking." Lin Zhaoyan chased her out of the kitchen.

… .

Madam Jiang and Li Ruzhu were not around. Only Lin Chaoyan and Lin Qingqian ate together for lunch. The meal was personally cooked by Lin Chaoyan. All the dishes smelled like their hometown.

Lin Qingqian unknowingly ate two bowls of rice and returned to her room to take an afternoon nap. She slept until evening.

When she went downstairs, Jiang Yanshen had just returned. The moment their gazes met, Lin Qingqian quickly lowered her eyes to avoid it.

Jiang Yanshen's expression was indifferent. He took off his coat and handed it to the servant. He asked as if nothing had happened, "Where's Auntie?"

"I have no idea."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chaoyan's enthusiastic voice came from the kitchen, as if she had used a loudspeaker to magnify it infinitely. "Aiya, our Yanshen is back."

Our… Yanshen?

Lin Qingqian frowned slightly. No matter how she looked at it, it felt uncomfortable.

Jiang Yanshen frowned slightly. He did not dislike her calling him that.

Lin Chaoyan came out with a spatula. "Yanshen, rest for a while. Dinner will be ready soon."

With that, she went back into the kitchen.

Jiang Yanshen walked towards Lin Qingqian and frowned. "How can we let Auntie cook?"

Lin Qingqian asked in return, "Shouldn't you ask your chef about this?"

"…"

Jiang Yanshen's handsome face was covered with a faint layer of frost. After a moment of silence, he went upstairs without saying anything.

Ten minutes later, Lin Zhaoyan personally went upstairs to call him down for dinner.

"Yanshen, I don't know what you like to eat, but since you're going to marry our Qingqian, you'll definitely have to like whatever she likes."

As Lin Zhaoyan spoke, she used the serving chopsticks to pick up the boiled fish that was filled with red chili and placed them in Jiang Yanshen's bowl—

"Qingqian loves my boiled fish the most. Try it quickly."

Jiang Yanshen lowered his eyes to look at the fish in the bowl that was still stained with chili. His brows were furrowed tightly. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the woman sitting on the left.

Lin Qingqian seemed to not know anything and ate her own food.

Seeing that he was not eating, Lin Zhaoyan urged, "Eat quickly."

Jiang Yanshen still did not move.

The butler at the side could not stand it anymore and explained, "Madam Lin, our Young Master doesn't eat spicy food."

"Nonsense!" Lin Chaoyan turned her head and glared at her. "Our Qingqian likes spicy food the most. How can Yanshen not like spicy food?"

With that, she looked at Jiang Yanshen and asked with a bright smile, "Isn't that right, Yanshen?"