Jiang Can smiled sweetly: "Honey, I knew you were hungry!"
Huo Zhixing: "..."
"Honey, what would you like to eat?"
Huo Zhixing had a multiple-choice question in his mind, but the key was that he couldn't choose the correct answer.
He thought that since Jiang Can came to Manchester, Betty, the housekeeper, had been taking care of her daily life. Betty's cooking skills should be reliable...
"Honey, how about we get a steak bun?"
Jiang Can remained silent, simply watching him quietly.
"No, no, I want to eat steak buns!" Huo Zhixing quickly changed his mind.
Jiang Can remained silent.
"Well... I'd like pasta? Macaroni? Fried chicken with fries?"
The pair of obsidian-like eyes opposite him blinked twice, but his expression remained blank.
The man suddenly realized, "Oh, I know! I want to eat Chinese food!"
Jiang Can smiled slightly, "What kind of Chinese food?"
It looks like we're getting closer to the correct answer!
Huo Zhixing was a little excited and listed all the Chinese dishes he could think of.
Soy-braised chicken, cured pork belly, preserved egg, and small sausage?
A vegetarian platter with braised pork, sausage, and various vegetables?
But after reciting the names of the dishes, it seems like we're getting further and further away from the answer.
Huo Zhixing scratched his head, looking at his wife with pleading eyes.
Jiang Can sighed softly, rested her chin on her hands, licked her lips, and looked at him with longing, saying, "Honey, don't you want to eat a boxed lunch?"
"Box..." Huo Zhixing almost popped his eyes out, then gave a doting smile, "Wife, how did you know I wanted to eat this? I really wanted to eat this!"
The young woman asked excitedly, "Don't you really want to eat those boxed meals on airplanes?"
"..."
Airplane food?!
Twenty minutes later, the CEO of the company that was in charge of providing catering for airplanes arrived at the scene!
"Young Master Huo," Huo Zhixing's assistant introduced them one by one, "this is General Manager Wu. Their company is mainly responsible for delivering in-flight meals on the flight to Yangcheng. These are all chefs; the in-flight meals are prepared by them!"
Huo Zhixing's eyes were deep, and he nodded slightly.
With a gesture from his assistant, General Manager Wu immediately led all the chefs straight to the kitchen.
Although they didn't know why they were suddenly called in the middle of the night to do this kind of thing, they knew that if they succeeded in this job, Young Master Huo would pay them five times their usual wage!
"Thank you all for your hard work!" the assistant said with a smile. "Mr. Wu, our young master instructed us to make sure that all the dishes for the airplane meal are prepared and packed in meal boxes, just like on the plane!"
"Of course, of course!" Mr. Wu's eyes narrowed with laughter. "We've prepared all the ingredients. These chefs are all experienced and quick; it'll be ready in no time!"
Thank you for your help!
"Of course!"
The chefs were skilled in frying, boiling, and cooking, and soon they made a dozen or so different airplane meals.
While the housekeeper and servants were still waiting to collect the items, the group began chatting in the kitchen.
"What was this young master Huo thinking? Staying up in the middle of the night to make us do this thing?"
"He suddenly wanted to eat airplane food in the middle of the night?"
"Do all rich people have this quirk?"
"Alright, alright, as long as there's money to be made, why are you all making so much noise!"
"Mr. Wu, we've heard that this young master Huo has a mentally challenged uncle," the chef chuckled. "Could he have taken after his uncle and become mentally challenged at a young age?"
"Hahaha!"
At this moment, Huo Zhixing was holding Jiang Can's little hand, standing outside the kitchen, preparing to give her a surprise. Unexpectedly, the surprise turned into…
Jiang Can paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry, honey." She felt a little ashamed and turned to look at him. "I'll go in and explain to them that I suddenly wanted airplane food, not you..."
"No need." Huo Zhixing grasped her hand. "So what if he's young and gets mentally disabled? Your husband can handle it!"
"I..." She didn't know what was wrong with her. Her tastes had become increasingly strange these past few days, and she always wanted to eat some weird things.
I'd been thinking about airplane food for a long time, and I thought I could just put up with it, but I didn't expect that I couldn't suppress the thought; instead, it just kept getting stronger.
In the past, she didn't think this was particularly delicious.
"Pregnant women's tastes change, there's nothing we can do about it." Huo Zhixing's gaze softened as he gently kissed the back of her hand. "All I can do is try my best to satisfy your little glutton!"
"Why are you so good to me..."
"Because your husband is your Superman!"
“Zhixing…” Jiang Can felt like crying.
There will always be someone in this world who loves her unconditionally, spoils her, tolerates everything about her, and fulfills all her unreasonable demands.
In this world, no one will ever love her as much as Huo Zhixing.
Jiang Can nestled in his arms, nuzzling him affectionately like a kitten.
"Actually, I'm quite like my uncle." Huo Zhixing chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, "My uncle may have a thousand faults, but he loves his wife dearly."
He looked at her and said, slowly and deliberately, "Me too!"
...
Sang Qing returned to that street in the afternoon.
As the sun gradually sets, the evils on this street begin to stir. In unseen corners, there are always a few pairs of eyes watching passersby, watching out-of-town tourists unfamiliar with the area, and watching the opportunistic predators with their money blatantly displayed.
Sang Qing casually covered her face with a headscarf and hurried forward.
The thugs on the street recognized her, whistled at her, and said some dirty things.
Sang Qing was not afraid at all. She lifted her headscarf and started swearing at them. She was not good at swearing in Chinese, but she was very good at swearing in English.
The thugs, having failed to gain any advantage, slunk away. Sang Qing spat at their retreating backs twice before continuing her aggressive march.
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