“Ugh, you’re awful—such a bad husband,” Xiao Mei complained, pouting. “If you keep bullying me like this, I… I won’t let you touch me anymore. Hmph.”
It took her a long moment to come up with that threat, but it hit Noah Steele right where it hurt. He immediately raised his hands in surrender. With that single sentence, a series of extremely one-sided agreements was finalized—chief among them: from now on, whenever Noah was home, he would be responsible for cooking. And no cutting corners. The food had to be at least as good as today’s.
Listening to the terms, Noah cursed himself silently.
Serves you right for teasing her. Congratulations—you’ve just promoted yourself to full-time chef.
Seeing the reluctant look on his face, Xiao Mei’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She stood, then settl
