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Yin Jiaren coldly pulled Xia Sisi's hand away. This woman, could she not see that she was in a bad mood?

"You can just let me wash up, and then I'll go and tell Jiang Siming, it's fine if you, a servant of Jiang Family, are lazy, but you still dare to command a wife that he has decided on."

Yin Jiaren's words made it impossible for Xia Sisi to refute. Who told Jiang Siming to say that she was this family's only wife?

Even if it was just a joke, it was enough to use it to bluff others.

At night, as Yin Jiaren lay on the bed, tossing and turning, she kept recalling the life they had had in the past few years.

Five years ago, his father had suddenly disappeared. Where did he live now?

A sleepless night.

In the morning, Yin Jiaren covered her eyes with dark circles, thinking that today was the weekend where she could finish eating and rest, but when she went downstairs, she noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange.

"Uncle Zhao, what happened to them?"

The chefs, who used to be busy in the kitchen, packed their things dejectedly, looking like they were about to leave.

Uncle Zhao was somewhat puzzled, but he respectfully replied: "Didn't Mister tell you? The family's chefs have all left today. "

Yin Jiaren nodded, no wonder the chefs were all looking dejected, something was not right! The chef had already resigned? "Then what should we eat from now on?!"

"Mister, you said that since you have Madam as your mistress, you don't need to hire a chef in the future. This way, you can save on the cost."

Yin Jiaren was speechless. Would Jiang Family lack the money to hire a chef? What a joke!

Taking a deep breath, Yin Jiaren suppressed the rage in her heart and called Jiang Siming when she found her phone.

"Hello."

Jiang Siming's cold voice came out from the phone, angering Yin Jiaren when she heard it.

"What do you mean? Will you let me cook from now on? "

After signing his name on the document, Jiang Siming handed it over to the assistant beside him. With a slight smirk on his lips, he asked: "What, do you have any objections?"

"Yes!" And it was very big! "You know it's impossible for me to cook at home every day for work, why did you fire all the chefs?" If it was really necessary, Yin Jiaren would not mind preparing three meals a day, but right now, it seemed like Jiang Siming was the one dealing with him!

"Oh? "You're saying this as if you're saying that I didn't make you happy enough to be a full wife and work hard enough for you. What, you're afraid that I can't support you?"

Hearing his asking for a beating tone, Yin Jiaren's teeth itched with hatred. But since he was under her roof, no matter how much discontent she had in her heart, it would be useless.

"Ok, I'll give you a choice now. Either you quit your job and go home to cook and take care of the kids, or I'll pretend you didn't call."

Jiang Siming stood up from his chair and looked at the scenery under the glass window. He felt a lot better.

"You!" Yin Jiaren was flustered, what two choices would there be? Were there any differences between the two paths? "You are ruthless!"

"Have you chosen?" Jiang Siming did not care about the Yin Jiaren who was about to jump up and down, his tone still asking for a beating.

"Fine, you have the final say, don't you? You're just cooking?" Can you stop me? "

Jiang Siming burst out laughing, but in the end, he seemed to have thought of something important, "Oh yes, I still have to remind you, put less salt in there. The price of salt seems to have risen recently."

Yin Jiaren's eyes were wide opened. She must have heard wrongly … Jiang Shaoyang was as rich as a nation, yet he was stingy to this extent?

His heart shivered, Yin Jiaren could not help but think in her heart, she should quickly save up the money for the wedding gift she bought for Zheng Guoren, if only one day our CEO came to collect a debt.

intentionally did not get Xia Sisi to help when it came to cooking lunch. As expected, it went smoothly this time, and did not take long to finish all the dishes on the table.

When Jiang Siming came back, he just happened to see Yin Jiaren wearing an apron carrying the soup out.

"Long distance, hurry up and come to eat. Today's another dish prepared by mother!"

Jiang, who had finished his homework, immediately heard the grievous news about his mother's cooking from afar. He hadn't forgotten how much he had suffered since the last time he ate …

"I'm far from hungry, far from eating."

The little guy quickly shook his head and waved his hands. In order to prove that he was really not hungry, he even patted his belly.

Yin Jiaren was startled, "How can I not be hungry? You didn't eat anything in the morning, did you steal some snacks?"

When Jiang Yuan saw his mother ask him with a sullen face, he panicked. His mother clearly forbade eating snacks.

She looked towards Jiang Siming with a pleading look, but the latter pretended not to see it and tilted his head to the side.

There was nothing Jiang Siming could do, he could only sit down with a bitter face, looking like a warrior that was about to die.

Not knowing why, Yin Jiaren kindly gave her precious son a lot of food.

"Come from far away. This pork chop is delicious. Hurry up and try it."

"You have to eat more of this corn. Children should eat more corn!"

"I have to eat more vegetables too!"

Seeing his son's bowl piled up like a small mountain, yet not getting any preferential treatment, a certain president who had eaten countless delicacies felt jealous.

"He has hands, he knows how to pinch them."

Yin Jiaren rolled her eyes and ignored him.

Since he was asking for trouble, Jiang Siming decided to have a good meal. He only ate around, why did the food not have any flavor?

"No salt at home?"

Hearing Jiang Siming's question, Yin Jiaren angrily put down his chopsticks, "I was wondering why you were so hard to service, you were the one who asked me not to put too much salt in, in order to help Young Master Jiang save some salt money, am I that easy!?"

Jiang Siming choked, as if … He was the one who told her not to put too much salt in it...

The disaster came from the mouth, causing Jiang Siming to cough awkwardly. Receiving his son's resentful gaze, Jiang Siming for once didn't return the glare.

"Eat your food. It's normal next time."

He could tell that this Yin Jiaren was actually targeting him. Seems like the salty dishes from last time were also done on purpose!

Hmph, narrow-minded woman!

After dinner, the family of three sat on the sofa eating fruits while watching TV leisurely.

"Sir, the husband's kindergarten teacher, Teacher Yao, called today. He said that there will be a family event in the school in a few days. He asked me to let you know if you want to push it …" Uncle Zhao came over and carefully asked for Jiang Siming's opinion.

Jiang Siming snatched away the grape Yin Jiaren was about to feed his son, and said without changing his expression: "When did I say I was going to push it?"