Bai Xiao flashed a smile so fake it couldn't be faker, "Foolish Huang, let me tell you, the leftover condiments in this pot make for a delicious mixed rice, do you want to try some?"
"No." Ye Huang instinctively sensed danger and stepped back.
"Foolish Huang, does this mean you don't want to follow your wife's lead? Hmm?"
Bai Xiao scooped several spoonfuls of cold rice into the condiments, and it was quickly dyed red by the chili pepper.
Ye Huang felt his stomach ache just looking at it and turned to leave.
"Husband!"
The soft coquettish call made Ye Huang's heart melt, and his footsteps halted.
"What do you say, with my great appetite, don't you want to come closer?" Bai Xiao held a big pot of spicy rice, blocking the kitchen door.
Ye Huang looked at the pot of spicy rice, his scalp tingling.
He had said the wrong thing today, and his wife was angry.