Despite that heartwarming smile on his face, An Xiaxia shuddered.
“No, no… I can run. I can…” She let go of the telegraph pole and trudged on.
Sheng Yize jogged with ease while she panted and followed him on her short legs.
When they were finally done and got back home, Sheng Yize fed Cola and Pepsi first, then darted her a glance. “Aren’t you going to make us some breakfast?”
“Huh?” An Xiaxia was baffled. “Me? Cook?”
Sheng Yize had never let her into the kitchen since they got married.
For one, he doted on her. For another… she was really a terrible cook…
Sheng Yize nodded.
“Alright… I’ll make us something.” Since Sheng Yize had always cooked for the both of them, An Xiaxia thought it only fair that she cook for once.
Half an hour later, she set the dishes on the table.
The porridge barely had any moisture in it, the vegetables were so salty that they stung the tongue, and the bacon and eggs were burnt. The only thing edible were some pickles that Sheng Yize had made.
Sheng Yize put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites.
An Xiaxia prompted him enthusiastically, “Have some more. You ate so little.”
Sheng Yize said casually, “My dear wife thinks I’m getting fat, so I have no choice but to eat less and work out more. Sigh.”
“I didn’t…” An Xiaxia nibbled on her chopsticks embarrassedly. “Are you still mad at me?”
“Am I that petty a guy to you?” Sheng Yize retorted.
“Hm… of course not.” An Xiaxia shook her head repeatedly.
“Those are just empty words.” Sheng Yize pursed his lips.
“I mean it. What proof do you want?” An Xiaxia looked like a wronged puppy.
Sheng Yize jerked his chin at the table. “Finish everything here.”
An Xiaxia’s face wrinkled up, but she didn’t want to make Sheng Yize angry, and had to begin stuffing things into her mouth.
She missed Sheng Yize’s cooking so much…
When she finally finished everything, Sheng Yize made a phone call. Soon, someone arrived with delicious breakfast.
Shrimp dumplings, crab roe dumplings, mixed congee, pickled cucumbers… there were over a dozen boxes of them.
“What is this?” An Xiaxia drooled over the food.
Sheng Yize smiled at her. “My breakfast.”
An Xiaxia: …
She had really turned dumb. She didn’t have to eat those things as Sheng Yize had told her to. She could have ordered some takeout herself…
As Sheng Yize gracefully ate his way through the dishes, An Xiaxia couldn’t stop coveting them.
“Sheng Yize…”
“Yes?”
“You’re not fat at all! I mean it!” She had seen his abs and Apollo’s belt last night with her own eyes… well, they felt very nice to touch, too…
“Really?” Sheng Yize picked up a translucent shrimp dumpling. “I’m so full… I can’t eat anymore…”
An Xiaxia moved closer, staring at the dumpling. “I can help you with that…”
“What will I get out of it?”
“Mhm…”
“Alright, you can have it.” He suddenly decided to play nice and put the shrimp dumpling into An Xiaxia’s mouth.
An Xiaxia narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. Her cheeks were puffed up with the dumpling and she looked as content as a cat basking in the sun.
Sheng Yize’s low, suggestive voice rang out at that moment. “Like it?”
“Yes!” She had no idea what trouble she was in.
“Now… it’s my turn to eat.” After saying those words in a serious tone, Sheng Yize tore off his tie and turned into something else. He picked An Xiaxia up and carried her to the bedroom…
That same day, someone created a post online while still rubbing the sore muscles of her waist.
[I’ve pissed off my scheming husband, what should I do now? It’s kinda urgent!]
Despite that heartwarming smile on his face, An Xiaxia shuddered.
“No, no… I can run. I can…” She let go of the telegraph pole and trudged on.
Sheng Yize jogged with ease while she panted and followed him on her short legs.
When they were finally done and got back home, Sheng Yize fed Cola and Pepsi first, then darted her a glance. “Aren’t you going to make us some breakfast?”
“Huh?” An Xiaxia was baffled. “Me? Cook?”
Sheng Yize had never let her into the kitchen since they got married.
For one, he doted on her. For another… she was really a terrible cook…
Sheng Yize nodded.
“Alright… I’ll make us something.” Since Sheng Yize had always cooked for the both of them, An Xiaxia thought it only fair that she cook for once.
Half an hour later, she set the dishes on the table.
The porridge barely had any moisture in it, the vegetables were so salty that they stung the tongue, and the bacon and eggs were burnt. The only thing edible were some pickles that Sheng Yize had made.
Sheng Yize put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites.
An Xiaxia prompted him enthusiastically, “Have some more. You ate so little.”
Sheng Yize said casually, “My dear wife thinks I’m getting fat, so I have no choice but to eat less and work out more. Sigh.”
“I didn’t…” An Xiaxia nibbled on her chopsticks embarrassedly. “Are you still mad at me?”
“Am I that petty a guy to you?” Sheng Yize retorted.
“Hm… of course not.” An Xiaxia shook her head repeatedly.
“Those are just empty words.” Sheng Yize pursed his lips.
“I mean it. What proof do you want?” An Xiaxia looked like a wronged puppy.
Sheng Yize jerked his chin at the table. “Finish everything here.”
An Xiaxia’s face wrinkled up, but she didn’t want to make Sheng Yize angry, and had to begin stuffing things into her mouth.
She missed Sheng Yize’s cooking so much…
When she finally finished everything, Sheng Yize made a phone call. Soon, someone arrived with delicious breakfast.
Shrimp dumplings, crab roe dumplings, mixed congee, pickled cucumbers… there were over a dozen boxes of them.
“What is this?” An Xiaxia drooled over the food.
Sheng Yize smiled at her. “My breakfast.”
An Xiaxia: …
She had really turned dumb. She didn’t have to eat those things as Sheng Yize had told her to. She could have ordered some takeout herself…
As Sheng Yize gracefully ate his way through the dishes, An Xiaxia couldn’t stop coveting them.
“Sheng Yize…”
“Yes?”
“You’re not fat at all! I mean it!” She had seen his abs and Apollo’s belt last night with her own eyes… well, they felt very nice to touch, too…
“Really?” Sheng Yize picked up a translucent shrimp dumpling. “I’m so full… I can’t eat anymore…”
An Xiaxia moved closer, staring at the dumpling. “I can help you with that…”
“What will I get out of it?”
“Mhm…”
“Alright, you can have it.” He suddenly decided to play nice and put the shrimp dumpling into An Xiaxia’s mouth.
An Xiaxia narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. Her cheeks were puffed up with the dumpling and she looked as content as a cat basking in the sun.
Sheng Yize’s low, suggestive voice rang out at that moment. “Like it?”
“Yes!” She had no idea what trouble she was in.
“Now… it’s my turn to eat.” After saying those words in a serious tone, Sheng Yize tore off his tie and turned into something else. He picked An Xiaxia up and carried her to the bedroom…
That same day, someone created a post online while still rubbing the sore muscles of her waist.
[I’ve pissed off my scheming husband, what should I do now? It’s kinda urgent!]
