My Wife, The Ice Queen President - Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Chapter 0155 Dinner (Third Update)_1

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Tang Ning’s house.

“Xinyi, why hasn’t Ah Xiong come back yet? Call him to hurry up,” Yang Yueru shouted.

Yang Xinyi checked the time and said, “We don’t need to wait for him. Let’s start cooking and eat!”

“How can that be right? We can’t be so impolite,” Yang Yueru walked out of the kitchen, took off her apron, and hung it on the wall. “I’ve already cut all the vegetables, just waiting for him to cook. I’ve heard from Xiao Ning that his cooking skills are particularly good; I’ve been wanting to try them.”

“Aunt, we came here as guests, not as servants. You can’t have him start cooking as soon as he arrives,” Yang Xinyi was speechless with her aunt.

“We’re all family; why bother with so many rules? Hurry up and call.”

Yang Xinyi took out her phone, ready to make a call, when the doorbell rang.

“Xiao Ning, go open the door and see if it’s Ah Xiong who has come back,” Yang Yueru commanded.

Tang Ning set aside the gaming console, jumped off the sofa, and ran to open the door.

Upon opening the door, there stood Ye Xiong indeed.

“Brother-in-law, you’re back?” Tang Ning loitered around him, noticing his listless and dispirited appearance, she remarked sympathetically, “Take care of yourself, man. You have one at home, yet you seek thrills outside; let’s see how you’ll fulfill your duties tonight.”

“Your mother…”

He had barely cussed out when he realized that his sister-in-law was standing behind him. Ye Xiong’s face turned bright red, terribly embarrassed.

“Aunt… I was just cursing at Tang Ning.” Ye Xiong was at a loss for words, unable to hold his anger; he slapped Tang Ning on the head. “At your young age, you’re not learning good things; all that nonsense in your head.”

Yang Yueru’s face turned red for a moment but quickly returned to normal as she approached saying, “We’ve been waiting for you for so long. Come, let’s go to the kitchen.”

He had just returned and she was already dragging him off to the kitchen—what could she be up to?

Yang Yueru, without any explanation, pulled him into the kitchen and, pointing to the dozen or so types of cut vegetables, said, “I’ve prepared all the vegetables. Xiao Ning says you’re quite the cook, so today you’ll treat us to some delicious food. Xiao Ning is the pickiest eater.”

“Has Uncle come back?” asked Ye Xiong.

“Don’t wait for him; he doesn’t come home for dinner more than twice a month because of social engagements,” Yang Yueru said while running over to get an apron and handing it to him.

“Aunt, help me tie it up,” Ye Xiong said.

“Stretch out your hands.”

Ye Xiong opened his arms, and his aunt tied the apron on him from behind.

“The kitchen is smoky; you don’t need to stay here. I’ll let you know when the food is ready,” Ye Xiong said.

“I’m used to the smell of smoke; I’m old anyway, not a young lady to worry about such things,” she replied.

“Where’s the ‘old’ in Aunt? To an uninformed observer, you look like a girl in her twenties,” Ye Xiong flattered her.

“How sweet you are. No wonder you could win over Xinyi. She’s very hard to please. In the past, your uncle and I introduced her to so many men, and she didn’t take a fancy to any of them. Who knew you’d woo her over? Impressive,” Yang Yueru raised her thumb in approval.

If only she knew that the two of them were just faking marriage as an act, Ye Xiong wondered what her reaction would be, smiling bitterly.

“Aunt, why don’t you go and talk to Xinyi? I’ll start cooking,” he suggested.

“I’ll talk to her later and give her some advice,” Yang Yueru said with a smile.

“What are you still standing here for?” Ye Xiong asked, puzzled to see she hadn’t left yet.

“Maybe I can help you out,” she suggested.

“No need, please head out,” he urged.

He pushed her out without explanation.

The longer she stayed, the more Ye Xiong feared he might accidentally flip the spatula under the pot while cooking.

Yang Yueru started laughing out loud, apparently finding Ye Xiong’s embarrassment a very amusing scene.

After pushing her out, Ye Xiong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He promptly got busy and started frying dishes.

An hour later, when he placed the full spread of dishes on the table, everyone at the table marveled.

Tang Ning tossed her gaming console aside and quickly dashed to the table to grab a chicken leg with her hands.

“Wash your hands,” Yang Yueru knocked her with a chopstick.

“I’m in for a treat tonight, oh yeah!” Tang Ning quickly ran to wash her hands.

The three women had never eaten such delicious food before and devoured it hungrily.

After clearing the table of food, Tang Ning clutched her stomach and started to lament, “It’s over, I’m definitely going to get fat.”

“That’s what you get for eating so much,” Yang Xinyi scolded.

“Look who’s talking, just look at all the bones on your plate, you’ve got even more than me,” Tang Ning retorted.

Only then did Yang Xinyi realize that, unknowingly, she too had eaten so much.

“Cousin, you’re so lucky to be married to brother-in-law. Mom, when you introduce me to a boyfriend, make sure he’s just like brother-in-law,” Tang Ning said.

“Sure, sure,” Yang Yueru replied.

Seeing them eat so happily, Ye Xiong felt quite content.

He wasn’t very hungry himself; the cooking had filled him up with too much greasy air.

As a chef, the greatest joy comes from seeing others relish the food you’ve cooked.

“Brother-in-law, where are you from, and do you have any family?” Tang Ning, recalling her conversation with Yang Xinyi, suddenly asked.

His face, which had been full of smiles, quickly grew somber.