The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

Chen JianShe suggested fishing for blackfish.

Leng Yuan said nothing, but the disdainful look in his eyes was a clear rejection.

Nearby, Gu Jiaojiao snapped out of her daze. ’Blackfish is a real delicacy! There are so many amazing dishes you can make with it: spicy and fragrant steamed fish fillets with Sichuan peppercorns, savory blackfish tossed in scallion oil, blackfish claypot stew, pickled pepper sour soup fish... And blackfish hotpot is especially perfect for the winter!’

Just thinking about it made Gu Jiaojiao’s mouth water.

She was a foodie at heart. In her previous life, she had learned to cook purely to satisfy her own palate.

Her love for food was so profound that if she heard about a delicious dish, she would travel any distance to try it for herself. It didn’t matter if it was across the country or on the other side of the world; there were very few delicacies she hadn’t tasted.

Unfortunately, the schedules of truly top-tier chefs were far too limited. To eat the most exquisite dishes, she still had to make them herself.

She’d had her fair share of common carp, crucian carp, and grass carp before, but she had never tried blackfish.

’And this is wild blackfish, which is incredibly nutritious.’

With that thought, Gu Jiaojiao tugged on the hem of her husband’s shirt and whispered.

”Blackfish is delicious. If you can catch some, I’ll make you blackfish hotpot.”

Leng Yuan froze. He turned to look at his wife’s fair, tender face and her eager expression, and he couldn’t help but find it amusing.

”If you like it, I’ll catch a few more for you.”

Chen JianShe: ”...”

’Just a moment ago, when I suggested fishing for blackfish, Brother Leng looked at me with disgust,’ he thought. ’But as soon as Sister-in-law says she wants to eat it, he’s suddenly all for it.’

’Talk about a double standard. Does it have to be this obvious?’

Chen JianShe didn’t know the term ”double standard” yet, but he felt it very, very strongly.

After shooting a reproachful glance at Brother Leng, he turned to Gu Jiaojiao with a brilliant smile. ”Sister-in-law, can I come freeload?”

Gu Jiaojiao, of course, had no problem with that.

Sun Yeshu basked in the crowd’s praise, but her eyes couldn’t help but drift toward Gu Jiaojiao.

The three of them were chatting and laughing, paying no mind whatsoever to the two blackfish her brother had caught.

A flare of irritation sparked within Sun Yeshu.

With a flash in her eyes, she suddenly spoke up. ”Brother, catching fish like this is no fun. Why don’t we try something different?”

Sun Yecheng was suspicious. ”What do you mean?”

Sun Yeshu didn’t answer. Instead, she walked straight toward Gu Jiaojiao.

Sun Yecheng instantly understood what his younger sister intended, but he didn’t stop her.

Truth be told, even though he was two years older than Leng Yuan, Leng Yuan had always outshone everyone their age in the Qingshan Team. He’d been resentful about it for a long time.

’It wouldn’t be a bad thing if Leng Yuan was taught a lesson this time.’

Sun Yecheng shot a subtle glance at Gu Jiaojiao. ’Leng Yuan is just an orphan, with no parents. What right does he have to marry such a beautiful, delicate wife? What am I missing that he has?’ he stewed, lifting his fishing net and dumping the two blackfish into a nearby bucket.

With that, the bucket looked rather crowded.

Sun Yeshu walked up to Gu Jiaojiao.

Gu Jiaojiao was sitting sweetly on a small stool, her chin cupped in her hands as she watched her husband fish.

Even though he hadn’t caught a single fish yet, her eyes sparkled brightly, as if they held an entire galaxy.

As Sun Yeshu got closer and saw this, she couldn’t help but sneer.

”Gu Jiaojiao, have you no shame? Staring at a man like that.”

Gu Jiaojiao was completely absorbed in watching when she suddenly heard a girl’s scoff from behind. She couldn’t help but turn to look.

Standing behind her was a girl in a floral padded-cotton jacket with two braided pigtails, each tied with a large red flower. Her skin was rough, but her features were delicate. She was a typical village girl.

’Wait, who is this?’

’I don’t know her at all!’