My CEO Husband Has Some Issues-Chapter 1217: No way, are you doing it yourself?

"No, I called him and he said he had just left Rui City not long ago; it’ll probably take a while for him to arrive," Cui Jiangjing used her room card to open the door, finally getting inside after standing outside for half an hour. She helped Rong Yan put things back in the kitchen, then came out to ask, "What about the Jiugongge chef? Why are you the one buying groceries?"

Isn’t the Jiugongge home service always well-prepared, where you order the dishes in advance and they bring everything over along with the firepot?

How come Rong Yan has bought so much food herself?

The bags he carried just now felt pretty heavy; they even left marks on his fingers.

Rong Yan poured Little Baby a glass of water and while giving him the drink, answered, "What Jiugongge chef?"

"Didn’t we say we were going to have a firepot for lunch? You didn’t order delivery service from Jiugongge?" Cui Jiangjing’s handsome face showed an expression of indescribable feelings, his peach blossom eyes that liked to deceive young girls were wide open, filled with a look of being duped, "Don’t tell me you’re cooking the firepot for lunch!"

Rong Yan carefully helped Little Baby drink, set down the water cup, patted Little Baby’s back, and sent him to the restroom to wash his hands before standing up and facing the disbelieving Cui Jiangjing with a slight smile, "Bingo, you guessed it. I’m personally taking charge. How about that, aren’t you excited?"

Cui Jiangjing suddenly felt like he’d been struck by lightning, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, "Excited? Rather than saying I’m excited, ’horrified’ may be a more direct description! Little Yan Rong, are you up for this? I’m still young, I haven’t had the chance to carry on the Cui Family line, and most importantly, if I were to die an early death, ascend to the heavens, so many young and beautiful nurses at our hospital would be devastated. Your sin would be great."

He picked up his phone, "How about I give Jiugongge a call and ask them to send a chef over? There should be enough time."

Rong Yan snatched his phone away, declining his service, "I’ve already decided to personally prepare the firepot today; we won’t need the big chef from the place you’re talking about. If you trust me, eat more; if not, eat less if it turns out bad."

Not upset about having his phone taken away, Cui Jiangjing followed her and pleaded, "Please, it’s not a matter of eating more or less, I’m worried it might paralyze me or make me foam at the mouth."

Rong Yan rolled her eyes at him, utterly speechless, "You’re exaggerating. I’m not making poison; it’s not like I could kill you with it, could I?"

"Don’t worry, I researched online how to do a homemade firepot, I even bought special firepot ingredients, and there’s also a bone broth base simmering in the pot. Even if it ultimately fails, at least there’s the store-bought firepot seasoning to fall back on—it won’t be so bad that it spells the end of the Cui Family line."

"Are you sure?" Cui Jiangjing seldom ate at home. When he did, it wasn’t his parents cooking, but the big chef they hired, giving meals the same feel as eating out.

When Rong Yan said she was going to cook, he was surprised, but actually quite interested, "Since you put it that way, I’ll grudgingly trust you. After all, if what you make really is toxic, your rich husband can compensate me—no need to worry about medical bills, subsequent nutrition fees, and loss of earnings."

Rong Yan, caught between laughter and tears by his words, took out green onion, ginger, and garlic from the refrigerator, ready to head to the kitchen, "You’re too dramatic! If you’re not reassured, you don’t have to eat; it’s not too late to leave. The front door is on your left, no need to walk you out."