My Mysterious Husband

Xinyou knew she was retorting her, so she curled her lips and her face was full of dissatisfaction, “How dare you? I’m telling you, since now I’m nice to you, you should be grateful. Serve the porridge for me, or I’ll tell Kerry how incompetent you are as a cook!”

Venus really wasn’t afraid anymore. She pursed her lips, but her tone was calm, “Go ahead. It would be a lot easier for me if he could remove me from this position.”

Seeing her look like she was dying to be like this, Xinyou was furious and she found that recently Venus was better at arguing with her.

Xinyou should really do something practical to teach her.

“I was just joking, and I’m not going to do something like this that the gain is not worth the loss!” Xinyou looked smug and said with a malicious tone.

Venus wasn’t surprised. She had known her for four years, and she knew her better than anyone else after seeing her true face.

“It’s none of my business.” After serving the porridge, she turned around and took out a tray from the cupboard.

Xinyou focused on her movements, with a grim smile on her face and said, “Even if I were to do it, I would do the best. I want you to die, to disappear in front of me!”

she spoke, but Venus didn’t see it because she

She had a feeling that Xinyou was tactfully telling her that she was about to deal with her

quickly returned to her original state. She turned around with an expressionless face, holding the hot porridge and walking to the

her back, Xinyou withdrew her gaze and landed unkindly on her bowl, smiling wryly.

carrying the food to the dining table, and for some reason, when he noticed the cartoon patterned apron on

living room, he came directly to the dining table and sat down, and when he only saw Venus was busy around, Kerry frowned, “Where is Mrs. Qin?”

food to him, “Mrs. Qin saw

up

against him, so she took

didn’t think that Kerry was out of kindness or concern, but as for the reason, she couldn’t figure it out, but she didn’t

couldn’t think about something good

an expectant face, “Kerry, how is it?”

and nodded, “Not bad.”

porridge this time. As for the dishes, it was Mrs. Qin finished it. Venus knew they would comment on their work, but even if it was praise,

woman cooked for the ones she cared about, family or loved