"My love, about that, I'm having it remade," Dugu Chen picked up his sleeve and haphazardly wiped the soup off his wife's face.
"Hmph, you're truly toying with me." To make a soup that could kill with its taste—the saltiness was one thing, but it was also so bitter it was unbearable, probably because every spice in the kitchen was used incorrectly.
"I'm wronged, my dear wife, I really didn't dare to, it's also my first time making it. Next time, I'll have the experience and will make it for you to drink," he pleaded.
At the mention of a next time, Feng Xuxu immediately raised her hand to declare, "My dear husband, don't trouble yourself further, the servants have done a fine job. You just keep being a good prince."
Dugu Chen blinked his large eyes, looking at his wife with an air of being deeply hurt. Feng Xuxu held her forehead—the man who was usually so cold and heartless was just a cunning fox under his wolf's skin.
