Wen Ran thought to herself, how lucky she was to have a good temper, otherwise, she really could have started arguing with him at a moment's notice.
Of course, it wasn't just because she had a good temper that she didn't argue now.
It was also because she didn't dare.
With him constantly looking like he could strangle her at any moment, how could she dare to "pluck a tiger's whisker"?
Wen Ran calmed herself down, blinked her lively eyes, and obediently called out, "Husband."
At this call, Fu Chenlie's heart and mind were filled with pleasure. Seeing her obedient appearance, a fleeting sense of strangeness passed through his heart and he curved his lips to ask in response, "What's the matter?"
"May I please cook dinner?"
"Beg me, and I will eat it."
Wen Ran's face changed slightly, and she asked uncertainly, "What did you say?"
He repeated his words patiently for the first time, "I said, beg me, and I will eat the meal you cook."
"Isn't that excessive?"