Female-dominated society: My wife is an incompetent wife

Chapter 31: Zhajiangmian

"Junior, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I regret breaking up with you. It was all my fault..."

"Regret it now? Too late, you slut. There are plenty of women who like me, I don't need you. Yeah, you're doing pretty well now, but so what? I don't care..."

The voices of a man and a woman came from the bedroom and carried through the door to the living room.

Lu Qingqing, sitting on the sofa, was eating fried chicken and watching TV, completely oblivious to the noise. Su Qi, sitting next to her, looked utterly astonished.

This...this is too outrageous! I thought I had already gone too far, but they...

"Aunt Su Qi, have some fried chicken." Lu Qingqing handed her a piece of fried chicken.

"Thank you." Su Qi subconsciously took the fried chicken and took a bite. While chewing, she asked curiously, "Aren't you surprised by this situation?"

"Tch, what's the big deal? Don't you adults do this all the time?" Lu Qingqing said nonchalantly as she drank her cola.

"Ah, you know what this is about?"

"They just want to have a baby. I'm not stupid. There's a lot of information about this on my phone. And they often do this. They lull me to sleep at night and put me in the next room, then they do it secretly. They think I don't know, but I've known for a long time. Most of the time, I just pretend to be asleep beforehand to make things easier for them."

Listening to Lu Qingqing's explanation, Su Qi's mind went blank. She looked at the little girl in front of her, who was only five or six years old, in disbelief. How could she have such thinking at such a young age?

"You little rascal, you're so smart, I'm starting to wonder if you're even your mother's biological daughter," Su Qi said, patting her head with admiration.

"Then he must be my biological son. It's just that I inherited more of my dad's good genes. Otherwise, if I had inherited my mom's genes, I would definitely be stupid." Lu Qingqing stuck out her tongue in disgust.

Su Qi: (ㅎ.ㅎ)

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Time flies, and it's already Christmas Eve. There's only one day left until Christmas Eve, and only two days left until Christmas Day.

At noon, in the kindergarten kitchen, after arranging lunch for the children, Su Xue, the head chef, returned to the kitchen and immediately smelled the aroma of soy sauce.

Mo Xunhuan, dressed in a chef's uniform, was stirring something in front of the stove with a spatula in his hand. Su Xue, who knew him well, knew that he was preparing lunch for the principal again. To be honest, she was a little jealous.

"Oh my, what delicious food are you preparing for the principal for lunch today?" Su Xue walked over and saw that the pot contained steaming hot minced meat sauce.

The lean minced meat is put into the pot, stir-fried with soybean paste, and seasoned to make it. The aroma is incredibly enticing.

"Jajangmyeon! Are you making jajangmyeon noodles?"

"Well, the kindergarten usually cooks bland dishes for the children, and I think the principal is tired of them and wants to give her something different," Mo Xunhuan said.

"Is that so? It seems the principal is really lucky, having you, her chef, prepare lunch for her every day. I'm so envious!"

After stir-frying the minced meat sauce, Mo Xunhuan poured it into a bowl. Then he shredded the prepared cucumber, radish, sausage, and scallions before starting to cook the noodles.

"What's there to envy? I'm just making ordinary home-cooked meals. You're a three-Michelin-starred chef; you can't just cook whatever you want to eat, can you?"

"What are you saying? Can what you make yourself be the same as what someone else makes? Anyone who has cooked knows that food you make yourself is never as appetizing as food made by someone else." Su Xue kept repeating to Mo Xunhuan, and the implication in her words couldn't be clearer.

Mo Xunhuan chuckled and turned to look at her. "How about... I make you some noodles?"

"Huh?" Su Xue was slightly taken aback, her gaze instinctively turning downwards...

"Where are you looking? I'm talking about noodles!"

"Oh...oh, it's noodles! I thought you meant noodles! I'll eat it, you make it and I'll eat it." Su Xue blushed immediately after being caught doing something inappropriate and quickly turned her face away.

"Tsk, this is really depressing!" Mo Xunhuan pursed his lips and turned his head away.

"Just you wait!"

Five minutes later, the noodles were cooked. Mo Xunhuan took the noodles out, rinsed them with cold water, and then put them into two bowls and began to plate them.

Place the shredded cucumber, radish, scallion, and sausage on top, and then put the fried sauce into two small bowls.

"Yours is ready, try it and see how it is."

"Of course it's delicious!" Su Xue poured the fried sauce into a bowl, stirred it, and then couldn't wait to take a bite. She nodded repeatedly as she chewed.

"It smells so good..."

Do you like it?

"Yes, I like it. I wish I could eat it every day. I'd be your slave for life."

"Get lost! What do you mean by being a slave for life? Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Mo Xunhuan was amused by her words and pushed her.

Su Xue blushed slightly, burying her head in her food while glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that he wasn't angry because of her words, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, this wasn't a joke. Su Xue really thought so. After spending a month together, she had grown to like Mo Xunhuan more and more.

Unlike the initial impulse when they first met, after spending time together, she could better appreciate Mo Xunhuan's excellence.

Not only is he handsome, but he also has a gentle and cheerful personality. He doesn't have the typical boy's effeminate or pretentious manner, but he also doesn't act recklessly like a hot guy in a bar.

In short, being with Mo Xunhuan made Su Xue extremely relaxed and comfortable at all times, like being bathed in a spring breeze, warm and intimate, without any pressure.

"Alright, you can eat first. I'll take this bowl to the principal." With that, Mo Xunhuan picked up the plate and left the kitchen.

Inside the principal's office, Lan Ruoxin was sitting at her desk, looking at a form in her hand.

"Lunchtime!"

As Mo Xunhuan pushed open the door and entered, Lan Ruoxin immediately got up, skillfully went to the water dispenser to fill two glasses of water, sat down in front of the sofa, and handed one glass to Mo Xunhuan.

"Oh, it's Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste). Did you make this yourself?"

"Nonsense, it wouldn't take this long to order takeout. Don't believe me? Smell me. I'm covered in the smell of sauce from making this sauce." Mo Xunhuan complained to her.

However, Lan Ruoxin was quite bold and leaned close to his chest to take a deep sniff. Sure enough, she could smell the rich aroma of soy sauce, an aroma that you couldn't get from ordering takeout.

"It really is true, you've worked so hard. You could have just done anything, there was no need to go to such lengths." Lan Ruoxin was deeply moved.