Zhao Ming and Flame Spirit Princess walked into the hall together.
Xiao Wu was sitting on the sofa, eating an orange. The moment she saw Zhao Ming approaching while holding Flame Spirit Princess's hand, the orange in her hand suddenly lost its flavor.
Women were always saying one thing and meaning another. No matter how generous they sounded, they still felt jealous inside.
That was perfectly normal.
If one day your wife saw you flirting with other women and did not feel the slightest bit jealous, it could only mean that she did not love you anymore.
At that point, you could start preparing to catch Old Wang in your own home at any time.
"Where's Bi Ji?" Zhao Ming sat beside Xiao Wu, picked up a bunch of washed grapes, peeled two, popped one into his own mouth, and fed the other to Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu swallowed the grape Zhao Ming fed her in one bite, and the trace of jealousy in her heart vanished. Instead, warmth filled her heart. She was not a greedy person. When she decided to be with Zhao Ming, she had known this day would come. She knew that she loved Zhao Ming. As long as there was a place for her in his heart, she was content.
"Sister Bi Ji is cooking in the kitchen. I wanted to go help just now, but she chased me out. She said it was a new recipe she'd recently learned and wouldn't let me interfere." Xiao Wu gave Zhao Ming a sweet smile and pointed toward the kitchen.
Looking in the kitchen's direction, Zhao Ming could smell the fresh fragrance of fish and meat drifting out from within.
Ever since Bi Ji came here, she had developed a fondness for cooking. For the past five