Knowing that his wife was angry, Thirteen gave up hope and simply admitted his mistake.

He Yue sneered, thinking to himself that it was too late, and slowly placed a black piece: "Didn't we want to play chess?" He gestured with his eyes that it was his turn.

Thirteen, with a bitter face, endured the discomfort that felt like he had swallowed a pound of salt, and then placed a piece.

In the end, Heyue won.

Thirteen couldn't wait to get up and run out.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he waited leisurely.

When Thirteen returned, his complexion was noticeably better. He glanced cautiously at Heyue and sat down, asking, "Do...do you want to continue?"

"I'm not playing anymore, it's pointless!" He threw the chess piece back into the box, stood up, and said, "Serve the meal!"

Thirteen was initially startled by her cold expression. Upon hearing that the meal was being served, and recalling her recent experience, he suddenly became nervous again, his mouth filled with bitterness. He thought it would be better to continue playing chess.

He quickly stood up and said, "I have something to do, you go ahead and use it." Then he planned to slip away.

Unexpectedly, He Yue angrily shouted, stopping him: "Who gave you permission to leave!"

Thirteen stopped in his tracks, terrified. She sat down, her gaze fixed on him, a strong sense of threat in her eyes: "Am I a tiger? Sit down!"

Seeing that he remained unmoved and still stood there, He Yue smiled faintly: "Since you don't want to stay, you don't need to come again!"

Thirteen sat down abruptly, straightened up, and stared at her without blinking, his pleading tone obvious: "Madam, I was wrong."

He Yue ignored her, picked up a piece of tofu, put her other hand under her chopsticks, and took a bite.

Seeing that she ate it herself, Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there must be no problem with the dishes.

Just to be on the safe side, I also picked up a piece of tofu from the plate in front of her and ate it.

Then came the question of what Heyue would eat and what Shisan would eat.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the incessant sound of chopsticks touching the porcelain bowl.