Seeing the small woman feigning confusion, Xi Yemo didn't poke fun at her little tricks. After all, even if he doesn't give in now, he will later. As he loosened his gripping hand, the small woman rushed hastily towards the kitchen.
As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, Lan Xin Ai patted her flushed face.
Lan Xin Ai, you're such a pushover. If he dares to do this again next time, you shouldn't be so courteous to him.
With her emotions stable, Lan Xin Ai grabbed a bag of salt and walked out. Xi Yemo was drinking milk, and seeing the small woman pour a bit into the bowl, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth: "Wife, the noodles have melted."
Lan Xin Ai: "..."
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, the noodles wouldn't have melted."
She stared at him indignantly, her pouty little mouth resembling a lovely frog. The man reached out and squeezed her tiny face: "It's my fault, so I will..."
"What will you do?" Lan Xin Ai glared at him.
"I'll cook it again."
