"What's the big deal if it's almost the same? If the three of us hadn't made a scene in the kitchen that day, we wouldn't even have pig food to eat now. So what does food that tastes a little worse matter?" Su Nuannuan stood still. Seeing Duan Tingxuan picked up the bowl and took a sip of cherry juice, the corners of her mouth finally couldn't help but twitching.
Feeling his wife's sudden burst of strong fighting spirit, Duan Tingxuan immediately prepared himself mentally for the fight, but unfortunately, this fighting spirit soon retracted.
"Did you make those dumplings? You are a lady from a rich family, when will you be able to do this? Besides, I heard that dumplings are only eaten by poor families." Are we competing in willpower? Will I lose to you? Duan Tingxuan smiled coldly in his heart. Su Nuannuan, who had escaped death, gave him a different feeling. Hmm... it seemed that his fighting spirit was aroused.
But Su Nuannuan said calmly: "I went to the underworld for a tour, and the King of Hell gave me a cooking skill to express his apology for hooking my soul by mistake. Well, at that time he said to me earnestly: Men in the world are so unlucky. If you can cook, you will never starve to death wherever you go."
With a "puff", the young marquis's perfect concentration suffered another heavy blow, and a mouthful of cherry juice sprayed all over the table. He glared at Su Nuannuan fiercely and gritted his teeth and said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Fortunately, the dumplings were brought back." Su Nuannuan stood up calmly: "Okay, Xiangyun, wipe the table. It's getting late. Send the young marquis back."
Duan Tingxuan wanted to say, "Just bring me a bowl of dumplings and I'll leave," but considering that this would be too degrading, he suppressed his anger and glared at Su Nuannuan with a complicated look. Then he tossed his sleeves and said coldly, "Okay, you're so cruel. Let's wait and see. I don't believe I can't deal with you."
"It's already like this. Unless you strangle me to death, any other means are fine." Su Nuannuan sneered, turned around slowly, and deliberately emphasized her accent and said word by word: "Goodbye, sir. I'm sorry I won't see you off."
“Grandma… Grandma…”
Honglian and Xiangyun finally came to their senses. The two girls were about to cry. They stepped forward and grabbed Su Nuannuan's sleeve and shouted, "Grandma, you...how could you do this to me? What if...what if we make him angry..."
"I'm angry, so what? You can just divorce me. The world is big out there, and we have hands and feet. Are we afraid that we can't support ourselves?" Su Nuannuan sneered: She can be head-broken, blood can be shed, and even delicious food can be given up, but if you want her to bow to the scumbag, there are only two words for you - dream on.
"But grandma, how can it be so easy? It's not easy for grandpa today..." Honglian was about to persuade her again, but saw Su Nuannuan waving her hand: "Alright, alright, don't mention him anymore, eat, don't ruin my mood. How many dumplings did he steal just now? Forget it, forget it, don't tell me the specific number, so that I won't feel bad."
"Don't be angry, Grandma has you under house arrest, so you must be angry." This was the first time Siping saw his powerful master being humiliated. Even the crown prince of the dynasty didn't have this ability. He trotted along the way, following behind Duan Tingxuan to calm him down.
"House arrest? If I really put her under house arrest, do you think she and the two maids would have a chance to go to the kitchen and make a scene? Who are you trying to show off your resentful face to? It's just a few dumplings, do I have to eat them? Humph! Who cares?"
Duan Tingxuan was really angry this time, but his mind was still full of the taste of leeks and meat scraps. After walking angrily for a long time, he suddenly stopped and said to Siping: "Didn't you say your mother can make this? Go back and ask her to make me a few, and I want the ones with leek stuffing. I don't believe it. What good stuff is that? Can't I eat it without her?"
I don't know who said "Do I have to eat it?" Siping secretly complained in his heart, but he agreed without hesitation.
In his heart, he was also secretly blaming Su Nuannuan for being ignorant. He thought, you said it was a good opportunity. If you had deliberately won me over and admitted your mistake, maybe you could have moved back to the backyard. Now, you seem to be more reasonable than me. Now, you will live in Meiyue Tower for the rest of your life. Tsk tsk, you are obviously a girl with a noble background, but now you have to be a widow. Who can you blame?
The dining room was filled with the aroma of food. The round table was filled with delicate side dishes, and a bowl of sugar porridge was emitting curls of hot steam. Xu Ranyun sat at the table, smiling at her husband across from her. She saw Duan Tingxuan's eyes wandering over the plate for a while, then he looked up and asked, "Is it over?"
"ah?"
Even though Xu Ranyun was smart, she couldn't guess what her husband's nonsensical words meant.
"Have all the dishes been served?" Duan Tingxuan added as an explanation.
"Yes. When I left this morning, didn't I complain that the duck was greasy and wanted to eat sugar porridge?" Xu Ranyun smiled sweetly, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and smiled more gently, saying softly: "Yes, I forgot that I like milk porridge the most. Do you want another bowl of milk?"
"No need." Duan Tingxuan felt sad: he had been surrounded by wealth and luxury since he was a child, and he had everything he wanted. But at the peak of his life, he couldn't even have a leek dumpling. What a sad and helpless thing it was.
Duan Tingxuan picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge into his mouth. He then frowned slightly, put down the spoon and shook his head, saying, "It's too sweet. Doesn't sugar cost money?"
"ah……"
Xu Ranyun was speechless. Three days ago, she discovered that her husband seemed dissatisfied with the food in her courtyard, so she worked extra hard in the past two days. But the duck last night was said to be too greasy, and the light side dishes she specially prepared today did not please him. Not to mention the side dishes, even the sugar porridge was specifically requested by Duan Tingxuan, but now it was said to be "too sweet." This is really a case of finding a pretext to accuse someone of a crime.
"My husband has a poor appetite these past two days? Why are you so picky about food?" Knowing her husband's temperament, although he is ruthless, he is not unreasonable. Therefore, Xu Ranyun stood up obediently, walked to his side, brought the bowl of sugar porridge, took a sip and said with a smile: "Doesn't this taste good? How can it taste sweet if it is bland? Doesn't my husband like dessert the most?"
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