Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s Chapter 484 - 468 Jiang Jinghuai Transforms into a Chef

Tian Sangsang has the habit of taking afternoon naps. She naps for an hour every day; otherwise, she feels lethargic in the afternoon.

After getting pregnant, she often lingers in bed, unwilling to get up. Her nap ti has doubled to two hours.

ng Shuyan, however, is like a child—spirited and energetic, constantly moving, with no sense of the need for naps. Naps are optional for him. Usually, he engrosses himself in playing with Rubik’s cubes, Sudoku puzzles, feeding the chickens and ducks, thoroughly enjoying himself.

This made Tian Sangsang quite envious.

She recalled that before the age of sixteen, she hardly ever took naps. After sixteen, her body couldn’t handle it anymore. If she didn’t nap, it felt as though there was a thin veil of mist before her eyes. That mist didn’t only obstruct her vision but also blocked her thoughts, leaving her dazed and incapable of accomplishing anything.

She lacked energy during school hours.

At work, staring at the computer left her powerless, and forcing herself to read through docunts was no different.

Tian Sangsang lay in bed, her eyes closed, a light blanket covering her body. Sunlight poured through the window in starry, scattered patterns, warm and lazy.

It felt as if soone was gently stroking her face, as if soone had carefully lifted her into their arms.

Floating—was this a dream?

Her long lashes fluttered lightly like wings. She was too tired, not wanting to get out of bed at all.

Full from sleep but awakened by hunger, she decided to get up. But Tian Sangsang found herself in an unfamiliar room.

She was startled and climbed out of bed.

Beneath her was a large, soft mattress, and the floor was covered with a plush carpet. The walls had been freshly painted white, and there was a brand-new wardrobe. A vase held a single rose.

The scene was eerily familiar.

"You’re awake." A man’s deep and recognizable voice sounded.

She turned her head, blinking her pretty almond-shaped eyes. Her gaze landed on the handso profile of Jiang Jinghuai’s face.

At last, she understood—it wasn’t a dream just now.

She had been moved, and the person who moved her was her ex-husband. Or rather, not yet ex-husband.

He had said he would co today, and he really had.

How long had it been since they’d last seen each other, apart from yesterday? A month? Two months? Perhaps.

"Where is Yanyan?" She pursed her dry lips. She wanted to ask about so many things, especially regarding the situation, but since he was back, it suggested things weren’t too bad.

"I took him to see Mom." He held her hand and spoke softly, "Don’t worry, he’ll be fine."

Tian Sangsang relaxed slightly, discreetly pulling her hand away. "Where are we?"

Jiang Jinghuai looked at her, his gaze gradually intensifying. "Our new ho."

New ho.

But wasn’t her ho in the courtyard house?

She threw off the blanket, found her shoes, and slowly slipped them on before standing up.

Jiang Jinghuai wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Let take you outside for a look."

There was no scent of tobacco on him now, just a distinct and refreshing air. Perhaps because they hadn’t touched for so long, his palms resting on her shoulders sent shivers through her.

Tian Sangsang only looked around briefly before losing interest and dryly comnted, "Can I go ho now? I want to go back."

It seed like he stiffened for a mont, or maybe he hadn’t heard her words at all.

He extended his hand to touch her belly, then kissed the corner of her lips. "Sangsang, you must be hungry. I’ll go make you so food."

At four months along, her belly had already slightly rounded, though not overly noticeable. Wearing loose clothing could still conceal it. Today, Tian Sangsang wore a dress, and it was barely visible that she was pregnant. But she alone knew she’d gained weight and would continue to do so. Her belly had grown rounder, her bust size was larger, and her face seed slightly fuller now. Every day, when she walked these days, her hand instinctively rested on her back instead of just her belly.

The words "make food" were as shocking as a bolt of lightning on a clear day—completely unexpected. In her eyes, Jiang Jinghuai was nothing more than a walking mannequin, a sight to behold wherever placed.

Even if he didn’t cook, others would be willing to cook for him.

But today, he had taken the initiative to cook.

She sat dumbly on the chair, listening to the clinking and clanging sounds emanating from the kitchen.

What was he up to?

Unable to resist her curiosity, she walked to the kitchen door and saw him wearing a dark-colored apron, unskillfully chopping a clove of garlic.

After finishing with the garlic, Jiang Jinghuai calmly placed it onto a small dish and then adeptly began washing and chopping vegetables. This ti, his movents were far better practiced—with an air of competence.

She watched, feeling a bit dazed, before retreating to the living room, as though everything was surreal.

After an indeterminate amount of ti—not too long, but rather quick—the food was ready on the table: stead bass, stir-fried greens with mushrooms, fried chicken wings, shredded potatoes in vinegar, and seaweed egg soup. Jiang Jinghuai carried a bowl of steaming white rice out, which had clearly been cooked earlier.

"Look, I can cook now too." He sat beside her, placing so shredded potatoes and greens into the rice bowl, cautiously seeking her approval, "Have a bite, okay, Sangsang?"

Tian Sangsang bit her lower lip.

His deep and intense gaze reddened slightly as he continued introducing the dishes:

"This fish was made simple—stead. I’m still learning how to make it braised."

"I can only fry chicken wings for now, but I’m working on pan-frying them too."

"See how finely the potatoes are shredded? I cut them myself."

"I’ve tasted all of these. They’re pretty decent, so eat more, alright?"

"..."

Listening to his words, Tian Sangsang’s eyes grew hot, tears gradually pooling in them.

"You eat. I don’t really have much of an appetite." She turned her head away.

She had vowed never to eat another grain of rice from his household; she had to stick to her resolve. He knew it all along, yet deliberately cooked for her, forcing her into this dilemma. It was so unfair, too cruel. He didn’t owe her anything—why did he do this?

"How can you not have an appetite? You’re pregnant; now’s when you need to eat most." Jiang Jinghuai’s thin lips pressed together, his voice low and hoarse. "Just eat a little, Sangsang."

"I know my cooking might not be great right now, but as long as I’m ho, I promise I can cook for you in the future. I’ll get better, better than Zhao Chun. Have so?" He gently grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze, guiding her to turn back toward him.

Tian Sangsang remained indifferent, her expression devoid of emotion.

His dark gaze was unwavering as he offered stubbornly, "Then let feed you."

With that, he picked up chopsticks in his right hand while his left hovered over the rice bowl.

Tian Sangsang squinted and noticed the wound on his finger. "What happened to your hand?"

There was a faint red cut on his usually coarse fingers, where the skin had split open.

Jiang Jinghuai casually tugged the corners of his lips. "Cut myself with the knife."

"Aren’t you supposed to be good with knives? How did this happen?"

"Even experts have slip-ups sotis," he said softly. "I was thinking about you while cutting and wasn’t paying attention." In truth, his injury occurred shortly after she caught him cooking and left the kitchen. The mont she was gone, he felt a sense of emptiness, distracted enough to make himself bleed.