"Very well, now that you're full, you're being stubborn again, aren't you?"
Wen Zhaoye noticed her displeasure and coaxed her:
"Honey, don't be angry, it's okay. Even though you forced yourself on me, it seems normal when you think about it."
After all, you've been eyeing me for so long, and we're even engaged. If you don't do something for me, you'll definitely be itching to get back together.
Wen Jiaojiao lowered her brow:
I get it. He's always looking at such a handsome guy who's perfect in every way and he still hasn't fallen for him. It seems the problem lies in his mouth, which is always asking for trouble.
Wen Zhaoye leaned down and kissed her cheek, saying gently, "Wife, I'm going to get some food now. Don't be angry anymore, anyway, you've already won me over."
Wen Jiaojiao felt a pang of melancholy. After he left, she murmured:
"I don't know if he'll remember this after I ran away with the truth, but I feel pretty embarrassed for him."
When Wen Zhaoye arrived at the factory canteen, the head chef greeted him cheerfully, "Boss, why are you only arriving at this hour?"
Wen Zhaoye dealt with it casually, but he frowned as he looked at the large bowl of uneaten stir-fried vegetables and scrambled eggs with tomatoes:
"Could you make me a steamed egg and a stir-fry some vegetables if you have time?"
The chef busied himself with his work and said, "What are you talking about? I offered to make it separately for you before, but you refused. Now, do you want to make it for the boss's wife?"
Wen Zhaoye was very pleased with his form of address, and a smile appeared on his lips as he said:
"Yes, we're all busy and don't have time to cook, but we've found a nanny these past few days, so we won't trouble you."
"You need a nanny? How about I let my wife do it?"
Wen Zhaoye thought of his wife; she was an honest woman. He figured that even if she discovered something, a warning wouldn't stop her from telling anyone.
He thought for a moment and said thoughtfully, "Forty yuan a month, enough for two meals, laundry, and housework."
Also, please don't go there in the morning; I don't like being disturbed.
The chef grinned and agreed: "..." We're all men, who wouldn't understand that kind of thing?
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