Guan Xi headed bitterly to the kitchen.
She would have to learn how to make Master Jiu's breakfast from Aunt Wang.
"Little Madam, Master Jiu is not in good health so he usually eats light food in the morning. We can make him some porridge for now."
Aunt Wang patiently explained Master Jiu's breakfast diet to her.
'Porridge. Okay, that's easy. I can make porridge.'
Guan Xi figured that even if she didn't know how to cook, she'd be fine with Aunt Wang's guidance.
However, it didn't take long for Guan Xi to realize that she was wrong.
The amount of salt to be added, the grams of rice, how many times it should be stirred, the way it should be stirred, the temperature, and many other things were all calculated in precise specifications.
Was Xiao Jiuyan drinking porridge?
Why did the man have to be so picky?
Although she wanted to curse this whole experience out, she maintained the facade of obedience. As a result, it took her more than half an hour just to boil porridge.
...
"Master Jiu, have some porridge!"
Guan Xi brought the porridge to her husband and said timidly, "It's my first time making this so it might not be that good."
Xiao Jiuyan put the newspaper down and looked at the bowl of hot porridge she set in front of him.
He picked up a spoon, scooped a mouthful, and brought it to his lips. He lightly blew on it before drinking the porridge.
It had to be said.
Someone who was truly beautiful, whether it was a man or a woman, would always look poised and gorgeous no matter what they were doing. Even if it was just eating porridge.
Guan Xi continued to stare at her husband's exquisitely handsome face like a lecherous woman.
After she saw him take a mouthful of the porridge, she asked carefully, "Master Jiu, does it taste okay?"
Xiao Jiuyan tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on his wife's small face.
She looked perturbed. Her bright eyes were beautiful but it was filled with anticipation. She was like a child waiting for a teacher's praise, but desperately trying not to show it.
He took another mouthful of porridge and said calmly, "Not bad."
"It's actually... good."
Her heart dropped at his words.
He liked it!
"Uncle Jiu, Little Aunt, I'm having porridge this morning..."
Xiao Jingming had just come down the stairs and saw his uncle eating porridge. He was hungry so he looked at the servant next to him and ordered, "Give me a bowl of porridge too."
Guan Xi leveled him with a sharp glare. If looks could kill, he would've already dropped dead by now.
Xiao Jingming was taken aback by the way his aunt was staring at him.
'Why does she look so scary?'
'What the hell happened?'
The servant served Xiao Jingming a bowl of porridge while Guan Xi asked for fried eggs and milk.
Xiao Jingming took a few mouthfuls of the porridge and frowned. He asked the servant next to him, "Did Aunt Wang make the porridge today? Why does it taste so terrible?"
Guan Xi heard this and she turned to him with a smile. "I made it. Young Master Xiao, do you think it's not good?"
Xiao Jingming almost choked.
How was he supposed to know that she made this porridge?
It was no wonder why she had been sending him angry looks. She had to wake up early!
Xiao Jingming quickly took another mouthful of the porridge, scrunching his face in fake concentration. "No, no. I just wasn't able to taste it carefully. Let me try again..."
'Oh my God, it actually tasted worse!' However, he couldn't say what he was truly thinking so he said instead, "It actually tastes better than usual!"
She smiled wider. "I'm glad. Go then, eat more."
'Ugh!'
Guan Xi watched her husband continue to eat the porridge.
She was not stupid. It was clear from Xiao Jingming's reaction that the porridge she made was terrible.
But why did Xiao Jiuyan say the opposite?
And why was he still eating it?