Diamond brooch, thinking about it now, I feel like I'm pretty extravagant:)
The first floor of Mingxi Residence was very quiet. Little Xi quietly took all the ingredients to the stone island countertop.
Little Xi, who is well aware of her own cooking skills, did not buy the yellow croaker that looked difficult to prepare, nor did she buy the small potatoes that needed to be peeled.
On the rock-slab island were some home-style dishes. Tang Mingxi quickly learned how to prepare tofu and whether to put the tomatoes or eggs first when making scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Then, full of ambition, he began to work!
Half an hour later, Ye Heng, who was sitting in front of the computer in his study, suddenly felt a twitch between his eyebrows, and then his right eyelid twitched as well.
... Does a twitching left eye mean good fortune, while a twitching right eye mean bad luck?
Little Xi, the disaster-maker at home, has dressed up beautifully for her date; hopefully nothing unlucky will happen.
The next second, Ye Heng smelled a burnt smell.
"..."
My right eye is twitching even more.
"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!!" Tang Mingxi waved his hand to clear away the cooking fumes, holding a spatula in both hands. Although it looked like he was cooking, his body was two meters away from the stove.
This is what Ye Heng saw when he came down.
On the rocky island counter, there were two dishes that had already been cooked. One was barely recognizable as scrambled eggs with tomato and eggshells still attached, while the other was completely unrecognizable and looked like burnt charcoal.
Tang Mingxi turned her head and saw Ye Heng, wiping her eyes. "Why did you come down?"
"That's what I should be asking you," Ye Heng said. "Why are you back?"
"Oh." Tang Mingxi hesitated, too embarrassed to say that she had come back to cook for him, so she said, "I was hungry and wanted to come back to get something to eat."
lie.
Ye Heng thought helplessly.
"I don't remember our family going bankrupt to the point that Second Young Master Tang has to cook for us personally."
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"Eating out isn't very clean, so I want to cook for myself."
"At least food from outside won't cause poisoning."
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Ye Heng lowered his eyes and pointed to one of the plates. "You dug out the charcoal and fried it?"
"This is stir-fried tofu with meat," Tang Mingxi said weakly, holding the spatula. "At least it was tofu and meat when it was alive."
Ye Heng rubbed his temples.
Tang Mingxi also felt ashamed of her cooking skills, but she stubbornly argued, "It may not look very appealing, but it might taste pretty good. Would you like to try it?"
Do you want to remain a widow?
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Tang Mingxi had been busy for a long time, only to be rebuked by Ye Heng in the end.
I felt a little sad and wronged. "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Why are you saying this to me?"
Tang Mingxi felt increasingly upset. She was worried that the other person would come back so eagerly, only to find that the other person didn't appreciate it at all.
He burned his hands while cooking, and they still hurt.
Tang Mingxi wiped away her tears, her eyes stinging from the smoke.
Ye Heng was caught off guard by his actions, and his heart tightened suddenly as Tang Mingxi's tears gripped him, causing an unexpected pang of pain.
"I'll eat it myself."
Tang Mingxi picked up a piece of stir-fried tofu with pork with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.
Seeing this, Ye Heng quickly snatched the chopsticks from him, but Tang Mingxi stubbornly insisted on taking a second bite.
The two remained locked in a stalemate. Then Tang Mingxi slammed down her chopsticks, looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, and struggled against his grasp, her voice both fierce and aggrieved. "Can't I eat by myself?! What's it to you? Just poison me!"
" Tang Mingxi!" Ye Heng raised his voice slightly.
You were mean to me.
You dog of a man, you bastard, you heartless scoundrel, you don't know what's good for you qvq.
She said my cooking was poison, and now she's yelling at me.
Tang Mingxi wanted to just throw down the spatula and quit, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt like an idiot.
As the male lead, Ye Heng could have countless women willing to cook for him with a wave of his hand. He'd have more delicacies than he could ever eat, so why would he need a little something from his wife?
Oh right, I remember now.
Isn't she his wife who's shared hardship with him? Sooner or later, he'll kill her so he can elope with his lover.:)
Tang Mingxi stared intently at him, knowing she couldn't coax him.
Keep hurling your insults, then we'll get a divorce. Let's go our separate ways. Let whoever wants to be Mrs. Ye can be her; I'm not going to be!
After waiting for a while, Ye Heng didn't scold him.
Instead, the other person placed their hand on his shoulder and gently embraced him.
"Sorry."
Tang Mingxi ignored him.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault." Ye Heng sighed softly, "I shouldn't have said that to you."
Tang Mingxi spoke with a slightly nasal tone, her voice soft and gentle with a Ningcheng accent, the last syllable sounding like a spoiled child. "You were wrong to begin with!"
"Sorry."
"Sorry is no use."
"Yes, it is." Ye Heng: "I'm a little angry because you went to see male high school students."
Tang Mingxi: "."
I've been angry all morning.
"Hehe."
I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you.
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"Are you still angry?" Ye Heng asked.
Tang Mingxi remained silent and did not speak.
After a while, he spoke quietly, "Move aside."
Ye Heng:?
He stepped aside.
Tang Mingxi spat out the fried tofu and pork in his mouth without any expression.
I didn't swallow it at all.
What the hell is this? How can it taste so awful?
Ye Heng picked up his chopsticks, ready to take a bite.
Tang Mingxi stopped him, her tone awkward. "Don't eat."
I'm afraid you'll stay angry.
"I'm angry, but I didn't ask you to atone with your death."
Eating this kind of thing is practically murder, isn't it?:)
It's quite possible that within an hour of Little Ye consuming it, he will be arrested by the police on suspicion of "murdering his husband."
Tang Mingxi quickly threw all the culinary disasters on the rock slab island into the trash can.
It seems cooking really isn't for me; I shouldn't waste ingredients in the future.
Ye Heng cooked the last dinner.
Tang Mingxi finally realized her own limitations and obediently nestled on the sofa, waiting to be fed.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Tang Mingxi went to make Ye Heng a glass of milk.
Although I can't cook, I'm quite good at pouring milk!
When Ye Heng drank the milk Tang Mingxi offered him for the second time, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Why are you drinking milk again today?"
Tang Mingxi said in surprise, "Drinking milk is good for the stomach, that's what they say. I also asked Doctor Yang, and he said milk can protect the gastric mucosa."
As he was speaking, he realized that Ye Heng had fallen silent.
Tang Mingxi touched her face. Why was the male lead staring at her with that look again?
"So, you poured me milk to take care of my stomach?"
Tang Mingxi nodded.
"Cooking too?"
Tang Mingxi continued to nod—wait, no!!
Ye Heng suddenly chuckled, his heart filled with something warm, like an inflating balloon, instantly dispelling his jealous and envious feelings.
Tang Mingxi stood there with a frustrated expression, as if he were cursing him for setting a trap and lying to him about the truth.
"After my father died, no one ever cooked for me."
Oh, haha, you're really having a tough time:)
Tang Mingxi has absolutely no desire to talk to the male lead right now.
The two of them remained eerily silent, staring at the embedded television in front of them.