My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day -
Chapter 179 - 179:179, Feeding
Chapter 179:179, Feeding
Translator: 549690339 I
Su Wanwan huffed, her teeth itching with annoyance. She clenched her fists, trying to get up and do something, but with a cry of “Ay ya,” toppled back down like a weeble.
Huo Jingshen placed the plate on the coffee table, walked over to her, picked up a blanket from one side, and directly wrapped her in it.
“What are you doing?” Su Wanwan cried out in alarm as she was lifted up by him, wrapped up like a zongzi (a traditional Chinese rice-dumpling).
Once at the sofa, Huo Jingshen sat her on his lap still wrapped in the blanket, speaking to her in a tone like one would use to coax a child, “Aren’t your legs weak? Let’s have your hubby feed you.”
With that, he brought a spoonful of food to her mouth, “Okay, open up.”
The pale yellow noodles were topped with a piece of beef with tendons, coated with sauce. It was steaming hot, emitting an enticing aroma. It looked deliciously tempting.
It smelled so good…
Having been famished, Su Wanwan finally gave in and ate a bite.
Emerald-faced, she chewed and swallowed hastily.
Uhm, it was indeed chewy and flavorful.
While eating, she asked incoherently, “Did you cook?”
She didn’t have to ask to know. The fact that someone was prepared to cook delicious food for her and even feed her was simply to win her favor!
“Is it delicious?” He asked in a very gentle voice.
Su Wanwan hummed.
She had to admit that Huo Jingshen’s cooking skills were really good, even if it was just a bowl of ordinary beef noodles.
“Remember to add chopped green onions, coriander, and chili next time.”
Huo Jingshen raised an eyebrow, “Such a heavy taste?”
“I’ve finished eating it.” Su Wanwan glared at him, “Hurry up and feed me!”
Huo Jingshen smiled faintly, wielded his chopsticks, and continued to feed his darling.
**
Elsewhere.
The Mo family’s old house.
Mo Weiyi entered the main hall to find her grandmother chatting with the Mo elder.
She immediately limped over with her cane, “Grandma.”
A servant helped her sit down next to the elderly Madam Xu.
Seeing her beautiful granddaughter, a smile formed on the old lady’s face, “Yiyi, why did you come back alone? Where’s your husband?”
“Xiaobai will be a bit late. I happened to be shopping nearby and decided to come over first,” Mo Weiyi answered crisply.
“Has your leg injury gotten any better?” Madam Xu asked again.
“It’s fine. The doctor said it should be almost healed after another month of rest.”
“Be more careful in the future. Add more non-slip mats in the bathroom…”
The old lady muttered on and on. Mo Weiyi had no choice but to acknowledge her continuously until a soft voice echoed, “Yiyi’s back?”
Mo Weiyi looked up to see a young mother and daughter standing before her.
Her aunt, Xu Jing, and cousin, Qu Yunyao.
Both of them seemed to have dolled up specifically for this meeting.
Especially Qu Yunyao, who was wearing a long, beige chiffon gown that trailed the ground, her face skillfully made-up.
She was fair-skinned and handsome, similar in appearance to Xu Jing. They both had the soft, gentle look of southern women, with a hint of vulnerability.
This was quite different from Mo Weiyi’s vibrant and dazzling look.
“Yunyao, have you greeted your sister?” Xu Jing asked.
Qu Yunyao looked at Mo Weiyi, her smile innocent, “Hello, Sister Yiyi.”
Although Mo Weiyi was not very enthusiastic, she still responded politely, before going back to her phone.
She didn’t know her aunt and her family very well. While her aunt and cousin had lived in the old house a few years ago, she had been away at boarding school and they had had few interactions.
She sent a WeChat message to Xiao Yebai.
The elder Mo had set dinner at 8 o’clock. He was the head of the family and disliked lateness. It was already after seven—Xiaobai must not be late…
“Xiaobai’s not back yet. Sit down for a while,” Mo Yaoxiong, having entered the room, invited everyone to sit.
Xu Jing glanced at him, her eyes full of love and tenderness.
She quickly averted her gaze as she took a seat across the room with her daughter.
“Dad.” Mo Yaoxiong’s voice was heard again, “The villa near the west side of the house has been unoccupied for a while. I asked the maids to clean it up a bit. We can have Xu Jing move in.”
Hearing this, Mo Weiyi immediately looked up.
“That wouldn’t be convenient,” Lady Xu intervened.
Xu Jing also chimed in, “That’s right, Brother-in-law, it’s fine for Yunyao and me to stay with Mom.”
“Mother’s house is small and too far from the city center. Isn’t Xu Jing going to be a teacher at Wellington? Commuting would be very inconvenient,” Mo Yaoxiong explained persuasively.
Mo Weiyi wrinkled her little nose, “Is Auntie going to work as a teacher at Wellington?”
Wellington was the number one elite school in Nancheng, housing elementary, middle, and high schools. The students there were either third-generation government officials or super-rich second-generation kids. The requirements for teachers were incredibly strict. Without significant influence, it would have been impossible for Xu Jing to get in on credentials alone.
Xu Jing confirmed as she smiled, “Yes, I’m going to teach violin there.”
Mo Weiyi looked at them silently, her clear almond-shaped eyes sparkling, not tainted by any impurities.
Xu Jing felt inexplicably nervous under her gaze and hurriedly added, “Once I’ve settled into my job, I’ll find my own place in the city. Money’s a bit tight at the moment.”
Upon hearing this, the elder Mo nodded in agreement, “Then, you might as well stay here. It’s not like we haven’t lived together before. We’re relatives, so there’s no need to be strangers.”
“Right.” Mo Yaoxiong took a sip of tea, “It would also be convenient for you to chat with father whenever you’d want.”
“Master.” Just then, a voice sounded. It was a servant, “Master Xiao is back. We can start dinner..”
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