Jennet's face exploded in embarrassment. The frying pan in her hands felt so light and she had no idea that she had lifted it higher and then swung it down towards her husband.
Before the pan could land on his head, Hue turned his body to the side, dodging the attack. The frying pan hit the edge of the table behind him, only a few inches from his thighs.
Jennet grunted in exasperation when she saw the dent on the frying pan. She failed to hit the target!
Suddenly, Hue snatched the pan from her hand when she wasn’t paying attention to him. He lifted the pan higher above his head and poked her forehead.
“Naughty wife,” he said and tsked at the same time. “You’re not allowed to swing any cooking utensil from now on because the food will taste bad if you do. So, please, respect the utensil
