This pregnant man's taste is really...really...weird...
"My dear wife, I know I'm ugly. I'm not as virtuous and generous as my eldest brother, nor as fair and pretty as my third brother, nor as innocent and lovely as my fourth brother, nor as good at reciting poems and writing couplets as my fifth brother, and my kung fu is not as good as my sixth brother's. But when we were in Huaqiao Village, I got up early in the morning and worked hard to cook for you. You look so miserable, do you mean you despise me?"
Situ Ye narrowed his eyes dangerously, put his arm around Hua Qingcheng's shoulders, and looked at her with a smile.
Seeing that the second husband's words were almost exactly the same as before, Hua Qingcheng, who had a strong desire to survive, immediately said: "No, no, no... No! Aye, you cooked very well, and the food tasted very good. Otherwise, Achen would not be obsessed with the food you cooked before. Cook him a bowl of noodles again later, with the same recipe and the same taste. I will watch him and make him eat more!"
"In that case, my wife and third brother, please wait for a moment. I will go make noodles for you right away."
Situ Ye gave Hua Qingcheng a kiss on the cheek and then turned to leave. He was afraid that if he walked too slowly, he would burst out laughing.
"you?"
"No! Aye, it's not us, it's Achen, it's Achen, it's Achen..."
However, Situ Ye had already disappeared, and Hua Qingcheng's calls could not be heard.
(Situ Ye: Actually, my ears heard it, but my heart didn’t want to hear it.)
Mu Lige, sitting next to Hua Qingcheng, saw his young wife embarrassed, and he suppressed a smile, his bright eyes gleaming with cunning. He planned to help his second brother supervise his young wife and make sure she finished the whole bowl of noodles...
A quarter of an hour later, Situ Ye came back with two bowls of noodles.
"Wife, this bowl is yours. Third brother, this bowl is yours." Situ Ye brought two bowls of noodles, one large and one small, to Hua Qingcheng and Situ Ye.
"Aye, why is my bowl so big? It looks twice as big as Achen's. And the ingredients in the two bowls of noodles seem to be different?" Hua Qingcheng asked in confusion.
"A pregnant man naturally has some dietary restrictions, and should eat small meals frequently. My wife, you can't get pregnant or have children, so it's not surprising that you don't understand." Situ Ye glanced at Hua Qingcheng indifferently, and lied without blushing or beating his heart, and his words were well-reasoned and well-founded.
"is that so?"
"By the way, Achen, how are these noodles? Is it the taste you want?"
Hua Qingcheng first looked at Situ Ye suspiciously, then turned her gaze to Han Yichen, who picked up the chopsticks and started eating with a "slurp" sound.
"My dear wife, please eat quickly! The noodles will not taste good if they get cold." Situ Ye considerately placed chopsticks and a soup spoon in front of Hua Qingcheng.
"Yes, Qingqing. Second brother worked hard to make this for you, you can't let him down." There seemed to be stars in Mu Lige's eyes, and his eyes were shining. He tried hard to suppress his smile, and his words were also high-sounding.
"Brother Li~"
Hua Qingcheng stared at Mu Lige in disbelief. Was this mean-spirited man still her gentle, refined, and gentlemanly husband? Was he sure he hadn't been switched?
"Xiao Qingcheng, this is really delicious, you should try it!" In just a moment, Han Yichen, who had finished eating the noodles and only had a few mouthfuls of soup left, burped and stabbed Hua Qingcheng again.
"Well... well then..."
Hua Qingcheng's throat rolled slightly, and she picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
really!
It's that sweet, salty, bitter, sour, and astringent taste that makes your scalp tingle...
Hua Qingcheng, who was eating noodles with a stern face, glanced leisurely at the three men surrounding her.
Situ Ye's eyes: Why isn't my wife eating yet? Are you disgusted with me?
Mu Lige's eyes: Qingqing, your second brother has worked hard for this, you can't let him down...
Han Yichen’s eyes: It’s really delicious, eat it quickly!
Under the scorching gazes of her three husbands, Hua Qingcheng finished the bowl of noodles with mixed flavors without leaving a drop of soup.
"Burp~"
Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but burp.
"Xiao Qingcheng, the noodles cooked by second brother are sour and spicy, especially delicious. Why do you look like that?" Han Yichen looked at Hua Qingcheng strangely, who was relieved after eating the noodles.
"Sour and spicy?"
Hua Qingcheng looked suspiciously at Han Yichen's bowl, which had only a few mouthfuls of soup left, and then saw her take it and drink it all in one gulp.
It's really sour and spicy, and tastes very good?
"Si-Tu-Ye!"
Following Hua Qingcheng's roar, Mu Lige, Situ Ye and Han Yichen who were sitting beside her suddenly felt the entire pavilion shaking.
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