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!”

but Venus didn’t see it because she was back to her, but when Xinyou said that,

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

Venus stiffened, but she quickly returned to her original state. She turned around with an expressionless face, holding

back, Xinyou withdrew her gaze and

Kerry came down from the stairs, he saw that Venus was carrying the food to the dining table, and

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

Xinyou, who was already seated on the side, and Xinyou replied while picking up his favorite food to him, “Mrs. Qin saw that there is no more coffee beans you usually drink, so she went to get some when she

he noticed Venus who was tidying up the kitchen and

took off the apron and came to the table to sit down and eat.

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

Anyway, he couldn’t think about something good

expectant face, “Kerry, how is it?”

and nodded, “Not bad.”

naturally directed to Mrs. Qin, for Venus only cooked 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,

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