Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 497 - 240: Daring to insult his family’s Jane Quinlan behind her back? Quite a bold move.

Chapter 497: Chapter 240: Daring to insult his family’s Jane Quinlan behind her back? Quite a bold move.

"Look at you, sighing and all.

All you need to do is to handle the eating while I attend the auction."

He raised his hand to ruffle her hair: "Don’t feel pressured.

Actually, it’s quite a fun thing to do.

If you feel tired, I’ll feel like I’ve pushed you too hard."

"That’s not what I mean," Jane Quinlan looked up at him: "I’m just afraid that I might embarrass you.

After all, I’ve never been involved in this sort of event before."

"There’s always a first time," he said and hugged her from behind, both standing in front of the stove.

"Just like today is my first time cooking.

Without giving it a try, how would I know I could actually make chicken soup?

I’m aware there’s quite a gap between our lifestyles.

But we can try to bridge that distance.

Fortunately, the distance between us isn’t one of life or death, is it?

I can cook for you, and you can learn to adapt to high society life for me.

That’s the most genuine way to treat our relationship, don’t you think?"

Hearing him say that, what else could Jane Quinlan say?

He was working so hard to bring her into his world.

Why should she stand hesitating at the door forever?

Now, she just needed to give him her hand and let him lead her into another world.

"Alright, I will go, and I will do my best.

If I don’t perform well the first time, you can’t laugh at me.

Otherwise, I won’t accompany you next time."

Kay Forrest cleared his throat and considered: "Fine, I’ll just laugh in my heart."

Jane Quinlan tapped him on the chest: "No good, you can’t even laugh in your heart.

You can only approve of me."

"Alright, I’ll do as you say."

Jane Quinlan smiled and rolled up her sleeves: "Make way, I’m going to cook another dish, we can’t just have chicken soup."

"Oh, you want to eat something else?"

Jane Quinlan nodded: "How about we drink some red wine tonight?"

"I can’t refuse such an offer, drinking a bit will help with later activities, sounds solid.

I find you’re getting the hang of it."

Jane Quinlan stomped on his foot as payback for his roguish words.

Kay yelped in pain and hopped on one foot: "Ouch, woman, are you trying to murder your husband?"

"I can’t be bothered with you anymore, I’m afraid of getting corrupted by you if this goes on."

"If you didn’t have it in you, I couldn’t corrupt you just by my teachings, don’t worry."

Jane Quinlan gave him a look and got busy cooking...

When the dish was ready, the chicken soup was also done.

Kay Forrest opened a bottle of red wine and poured less than a third of a glass for her.

Jane Quinlan looked at him: "Actually, I have a rather ignorant question to ask."

"If you don’t understand, just ask." He already started pouring himself wine.

"Why pour such a little wine into such a big glass?

Is this how high society drinks?"

By then, Kay had already poured his wine and sat down.

He looked at her with a slight smile and put down the wine bottle: "Why, isn’t this enough for you?"

"It isn’t enough at all; it’s gone in one gulp."

Kay nodded: "This isn’t some high society way of drinking.

Actually, the amount doesn’t really matter.

But when drinking red wine, especially the aged ones, pouring a whole glass and gulping it down in two swigs defeats the purpose of savoring it."

He said so and gently swirled his wine glass: "Do you know why we swirl the wine and subtly sniff its scent before drinking?"

Jane Quinlan shook her head; of course, she didn’t know.

"If you pour too much, it’s hard to swirl.

Plus, real good red wine, when opened and poured into the glass, reacts with the air to enhance its flavor.

Swirling it not only increases its contact area with air.

You can also gauge the wine’s consistency and age by its coating on the glass...

Wines with too much water added barely coat at all."

Following his explanation, Jane Quinlan picked up her glass and gently swirled it: "Wow, it really coats the glass, this wine must be expensive."

Kay Forrest laughed at her exaggerated expression: "It’s a bit pricey."

As he spoke, he brought the glass to his lips and took a light sip.

Jane Quinlan mimicked him, taking a sip, and indeed, this expensive wine was different from the bottles she used to buy for a few dozen yuan.

"Does it taste good?"

Jane Quinlan nodded vigorously.

"Super tasty.

Honestly, having dinner with you today has really been an eye-opener."

"Young master here knows quite a lot.

In the future, feel free to ask me anything you don’t understand.