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She had to admit that she was looking forward to the scene where, as she cooked the steaming rice porridge, she waited for her husband, who had worked all day, to return from work. She gently said, "Thank you for your hard work," then went to the kitchen, hugged her from behind, and gently kissed her hair, her neck, and they played for a while.

But recently, as their relationship gradually eased and his attitude towards her changed bit by bit, she began to yearn for some things and deeply looked forward to their realization.

The man changed his slippers and gradually approached the kitchen. He stopped. His footsteps stopped at the entrance of the kitchen. Her heart was in her throat as she held the spoon tightly.

The beautiful imagination was struck by the sound and smashed into the ground with a "pia" sound. The debris on the ground could no longer gather together.

Her mouth twitched, and her face sagged, her eyes almost popping out behind her head. He gave himself two tight slaps in his heart. You must have been imagining things, face-smacking, you really are overestimating yourself. According to his personality, he definitely doesn't play by the rules. Have you forgotten this little after getting along with him for so long?

The lesson of this drop of blood was truly profound. Indeed, one could not dream of being too out of touch with reality. Otherwise, this disappointment was truly impressive.

"Go out and wait. It'll be ready soon." She unhappily turned her back to him and forcefully poked the pot with the spoon in her hand. She was so strong that she almost poked a hole in the bottom of the pot. This clear meaning of anger confused the man leaning against the door.

What was going on? Weren't they still fine on the way back? Why did they suddenly get angry? He was a little confused.

He wanted to ask her about it, but seeing the woman's angry back, he was afraid that the words would make her even angrier. He could only give up and turn towards the dining table, thinking that if he were to open his mouth and look at her when the time came, he would directly hit a vital point.

Listening to the man's footsteps leaving, she was so angry that she almost burst out laughing. She put both her hands on her hips and raised her head to suddenly sigh. She gasped for air as she tried to vent out the anger in her heart.

He had never seen Jin so obedient. He actually let Jin walk away. He didn't help carry the food, did he, or something like that? She was just sitting there waiting for her to serve him. How did she know and enjoy him so much? She owed him! She should have listened to him, right?

The little cannon in her heart was simply about to blow up this steel-like cancer of a straight male. She wanted to see how he would still act so arrogantly!

He turned off the fire angrily and carried the dishes out one by one. Seeing that she was stir-fried in such a manner made him angry in his heart. If he had known earlier, he would not have cooked a single dish for this ingrate!

The first thing she said after running so many times to get the rice was not "Let me help you", but "I can't finish it after you cook so much."

F * ck your grandmother, you can't finish it even if you want to. Besides, who said I'd give it to you? I'm feeding the pigs. She glared at him and answered him menacingly.

Without saying a word, he took out two bowls of soup and placed them on the table with a "pa" sound. The soup inside almost splashed out. Without even looking at the man, he sat down on the other side of the table and said, "Eat, it's all made for you." After he finished speaking, he started to drink the soup.

Shen Ling was immediately stunned by her actions. He stood at the table in a daze, looking at the woman who was eating with her head lowered, her face clearly showing that she was angry and had the intention of not messing with him. This was the first time he felt that he was at a loss as to what to do...

He really couldn't figure out why the person in front of him was so angry. He silently glanced at his bowl of soup on the table, and a trace of uneasiness flashed across his chest, causing him to shiver.

In the soup... Could it be poisonous?

He swallowed his saliva and looked at the woman in front of him with a twinkling eyes.

"Don't worry, there's no poison." She noticed his eyes, despised him, and threw out a word.

Then he was relieved and picked up the spoon to start drinking the soup.

"Your cooking skills are really getting better and better. The soup you make is just as delicious." As he savored the soup and tasted the rich and blissful feeling the waxy porridge in his mouth brought to his taste buds, he couldn't help but praise it. Of course, there was also a hint of flattery.

Sure enough, the woman's hand paused. He raised his head and looked at him, his expression softening. It wasn't as cold as before, but he didn't say anything and just stared at him.

Since he did not know how he angered her, he might as well not comfort her. Instead, he added fuel to the fire by comforting her. Rather, it would be better to divert her attention to other matters.

As he thought about it, he suddenly remembered something that he had almost forgotten, something that just happened to ease her mood. He felt happy and raised his hand that had stopped drinking congee.

"There's a joint venture company holding a party this Sunday night. It's a very important joint rental partner for our company. The person in charge there sent over an invitation in the afternoon. Why don't you accompany me?" He looked into her eyes and asked for her opinion in a softer voice.