Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Yang Yixue’s Fickleness

Jun Qingmeng froze.

Then, her breathing quickened.

’Jiang Liu... is he... is he standing up for me?’ 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

’I feel so safe.’

Jun Qingmeng, who had just been so aloof, now had a misty, tender look in her eyes.

It seemed she had fallen even more in love with Jiang Liu.

Tongtong covered her little mouth, turning into a tiny fangirl with stars in her eyes. "Daddy is so awesome!"

Lin Qiu and Jiang Dahai were gratified.

’The ancestors are smiling down on us.’

Yang Yixue was stunned for a moment. She never imagined that the divorced Jiang Liu would dare to speak to her like that!

Once the initial shock wore off, her heart felt like it was about to explode with rage.

’He called me disgusting??’

’Fine!’

’Just great!!’

’So what if you’ve earned a little money? What’s so great about that? Just wait until I get my hands on that recipe. I’ll crush you under my heel and spit on you!’

Yang Yixue’s chest heaved rapidly. She was panting, dizzy with anger.

Ultimately, she suppressed the irrational urge to curse him out. She still had to get Jiang Liu’s recipe, and besides, he was no longer the meek house-husband she could easily manipulate.

Jiang Liu urged, "This is the chef, right? Let’s get this lesson over with so you can leave. I’m very busy."

Yang Yixue took a deep breath. "Old Xiang, you go and learn this well. You have to master every single detail!"

Old Xiang scoffed. "Don’t you worry, President Yang. I’ve been a chef for thirty years. For a simple little recipe like this, forget learning it—I could come up with a dozen variations on my own."

’So capable, aren’t you?’ Jiang Liu pursed his lips, rendered speechless.

Wang Cheng had actually arrived a few minutes ago and had been waiting by the door.

Seeing it was his cue, he finally spoke up. "Ms. Yang, this is the agreement. Before you learn the recipe, please sign it. Additionally, I’ll need to take a photo of you holding the contract."

Yang Yixue was displeased. This felt so demeaning.

She glanced at Chen Shumei.

Chen Shumei nodded, signaling for Yang Yixue to sign.

In front of Wang Cheng, she was just a junior and didn’t dare to speak out of turn.

She was terrified of offending him.

In legal circles, offending a big shot could make life very difficult.

"Did you think I wouldn’t sign? So petty," Yang Yixue said stubbornly, then quickly scrawled her name and pressed her thumbprint on the document.

"Please hold up the contract. I need to take a picture," Wang Cheng said, raising his phone.

Yang Yixue’s eyes darted around as she tried to be clever. "If you want a picture, you’ll have to wait until Jiang Liu gives me the recipe. Otherwise, no deal."

Jiang Liu said nothing. With a trustworthy lawyer present, there was no need for him to speak.

Wang Cheng smiled and produced another piece of paper. "Certainly. But first, you’ll have to sign this cooperation guarantee agreement I have here."

He had come fully prepared, ensuring nothing would go wrong for Jiang Liu.

"HUUUFF!~"

Yang Yixue angrily took another deep breath.

She shot a resentful look at Jun Qingmeng. "See this? This is my ex-husband. We’ve only been divorced for a few days, and he’s already guarding against his ex-wife as if she were a thief. Heh, you little vixen, you’d better watch out in the future, or you’ll end up just like me."

She sneered as she spoke.

Jun Qingmeng replied faintly, "The affairs of our family are no concern of yours. You should focus on cooperating with Lawyer Wang."

Of course, she wasn’t like an ordinary woman who could be so easily provoked.

She had seen Jiang Liu’s character for herself and would only trust what she had personally seen and heard!

A muscle in Yang Yixue’s face twitched. She felt like she had just punched a bale of cotton.

"Ms. Yang, please don’t waste Mr. Jiang’s ti—"

"Shut up! I get it, alright? I’ll sign it for you, happy now?"

Yang Yixue interrupted impatiently, quickly signed her name again, and threw the pen to the ground with force.

"Can we start the lesson now?"

Wang Cheng nodded at Jiang Liu.

Jiang Liu brought out the prepared flour, wiped his hands, and put on a blue mesh cap.

Old Xiang’s disdain lessened slightly. One could gauge a chef’s skill level just by observing their attention to detail.

Jiang Liu began to explain:

"The amount of water for the dough is very important. Different brands of flour have different absorption rates, which affects the texture. Therefore, you need to adjust the amount of water based on experience..."

"Try to keep the water temperature at 36 degrees Celsius."

Old Xiang was unconvinced. Cupping his hand over his mouth, he whispered to Yang Yixue, "This stuff is useless. The difference in texture is negligible. You can ignore it."

"Mm, just focus on the essential parts."

Jiang Liu began to knead the dough, using a push-and-fold method with the palm of his hand.

He didn’t explain much.

Old Xiang didn’t ask any questions either, watching with a confident expression and occasionally critiquing Jiang Liu’s strengths and weaknesses.

Yang Yixue held her phone close, recording everything.

She deliberately moved closer, and catching a pleasant, masculine scent from Jiang Liu, her heart began to waver again.

’Maybe I shouldn’t have signed. Should I try to reconcile with Jiang Liu?’

But then she thought about the possibility of reconciliation failing,

and how she would lose a recipe worth millions a month. At that, Yang Yixue’s resolve hardened once more!

’Once I’m rich, I can have anything I want. Who knows, maybe Jiang Liu’s business will fail someday? Wouldn’t that be the perfect opportunity to grind him under my heel and humiliate him?’

Soon, the dough had risen. Jiang Liu added a small amount of baking soda, sugar, and other seasonings.

Old Xiang shook his head, then nodded.

Jiang Liu began to prepare the filling.

Old Xiang perked up. The important part was here!

Jiang Liu said, "The ingredients for the buns are very important. You can just watch and see. First, you flash-fry the eggs in very hot oil to set their shape. This should take no more than five seconds to prevent the texture from getting tough..."

The oil he used was also one he had purchased from the Gourmet Album.

He didn’t know the brand, but it had no off-flavors, and the dishes cooked with it were exceptionally fragrant.

In short, it was healthier and more delicious than any store-bought oil, with a quality like it was purely and naturally pressed.

"Alright, once the eggs have absorbed enough oil, take them out. Mash them in the wok with the spatula... then add the chopped chives. Toss them well, trying to coat the cut ends of the chives evenly with the oil from the eggs to lock in the moisture..."

Yang Yixue watched Jiang Liu’s completely focused expression.

Her heart began to waver again.

’He’s just too handsome.’

A sour feeling of regret began to grow in her heart, but it was quickly suppressed by greed.

Compared to Jiang Liu, she cared more about how much money she could make.

1:25 PM.

Jiang Liu finished preparing the fennel and egg filling.

The two fillings weren’t actually that different from each other.

"Now we wait another twenty minutes for the dough to finish proofing."

Old Xiang nodded. Feeling thirsty, he looked around and asked, "Do you have any drinks in this shop? Get me three bottles."

"Sorry, the shop isn’t open for business right now."

"Not open? Hehehe."

’How absurd,’ Old Xiang thought.

Jiang Tongtong sat obediently on Jiang Liu’s lap. "Daddy, you must be tired. Let your little girl give you an arm massage!"

"Alright, go ahead."

Jiang Liu chuckled and held out his arm, not refusing his daughter’s kind gesture.

"Hehe!"

Tongtong began to massage Jiang Liu’s arm with all her might.

’I’ll get lots of praise from Daddy for this,’ she thought.

Sitting by the door, Yang Yixue frowned and patted her leg. "Tongtong, Mommy’s legs are a little sore. Come over and massage them for me."

"No!"

Tongtong shook her head and shrank back into Jiang Liu’s arms.

That was the same expression Yang Yixue used to wear when she would hit and scold her.