Ning Xixi, feeling incredibly wronged, whimpered softly, "I made this with so much effort for you! It’s not ant to harm you! If you won’t eat, then I will!"
She grabbed a pair of chopsticks, ready to indignantly stuff the food into her mouth.
Ji Yebai was quick to stop her!
"Don’t eat it... just in case..." He stopped short of saying ’it’s poisonous,’ swallowing his words instead and sighing heavily, "I’ll eat, I’ll eat it, okay?"
Damn, it’s just food after all!
He’s a man! He couldn’t just stand by and watch his own wife eat it, could he?
Determined, Ji Yebai picked up the chopsticks and grabbed a bite of the indistinguishable-colored eggs...
Hmm, if this thing that is simultaneously salty, sweet, spicy, with hints of mustard and a burnt taste that’s neither dry nor moist, is actually supposed to be eggs...
A crack appeared on Ji Yebai’s usually expressionless face.
It’s not that he hasn’t eaten dishes made by Ning Xixi before. It’s precisely because he has that he made up his mind to learn cooking from his dad.
Not for anything else, but for survival after marriage... to stay alive...
"Cough cough... Go get a glass of water," Ji Yebai said, pretending to be nonchalant.
Ning Xixi quickly poured him a glass. Ji Yebai gulped down a few sips and changed the subject, "Go take a shower upstairs, I’ll have soone clean up here."
"Okay... Uh, was it tasty?" Ning Xixi asked with hope.
Ji Yebai’s face was indescribable.
"It was okay." After a long thought, he finally managed to give a fairly honest assessnt.
Saying it tasted good would pain his conscience!
Ning Xixi breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good, that’s good. I’ll practice more and make even tastier food for you!"
Ji Yebai: ...Honey, can you let off the hook, please?
...
Having tricked Ning Xixi upstairs, Ji Yebai decisively threw away all the dishes — destroying the evidence!
He stopped a chef and a maid, his face grim as he ordered, "From now on, don’t let Ning Xixi set foot in the kitchen!"
"Uh... Yes, young master."
Rubbing his forehead, he walked into the living room, where his mom enthusiastically approached him, "Son, Xixi’s pouring out her love for you, can you feel it?"
Haha.
Not so much love.
More like full of malice!
...
Ji Yebai went upstairs, opened the door, and the scene before him made his heart race!
Ning Xixi, with her hair down, was wearing one of his tracksuits and sitting at the desk, swinging her fair little feet.
Seeing him co in, the little girl proudly held up a book, "Dabai hubby, I’m doing your howork!"
Ji Yebai’s Adam’s apple moved as he walked over, the corners of his mouth twitching.
She really was doing his howork.
The little girl had nice handwriting, ticulous and careful.
"Why so much blank space?" he pointed to the empty areas.
Ning Xixi poked her fingers, "Because... I don’t know how to write..."
Ji Yebai: "..."
"Oh co on, don’t be mad. Otherwise, I’ll go ask the class representative and copy his howork..."
Ji Yebai grabbed her hand reaching for the phone, frowning, "Don’t call other n!"
Ning Xixi pouted and said deflated, "Dabai hubby, can you tell what I can do to not make you mad?"
She felt she was too foolish, not even able to cheer soone up properly.
Ji Yebai’s eyes darkened, realizing all she had done was to make him happy?
"Actually, it’s very simple..." his voice husky with a hint of enticent, "Do you want to know?"
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