Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire

“Mhm. I, of course, like it fine, but I like green pepper with potato just the same. This dish looks so light and delicious, so I want to eat a mouthful of it first!” As she explained, her chopsticks finally reached the dish.

Ji Ziming’s eyes seemed to be whining as he watched her eat a mouthful of the dish.

This d*mn, stupid woman didn’t even eat my cooked food! Why is she eating some green pepper with potato dish? There must be a problem with her eyes!

Who made that dish, anyway? I should really fire that person!

She swallowed her food under the man’s intense gaze.

“Ziming, why are you not eating?” Amid getting another spoonful of the same dish, she noticed that the man was still staring at her.

“Hmph!” He snorted smugly. She finally took notice of him.

“Go move that plate of green pepper with potato over.” He had the man in uniform standing next to him get the dish.

“Yes, Young Master.”

Her eyes widened as she witnessed the man in uniform pick up the dish and move it to Ji Ziming’s side.

“What are you doing?” she asked. The dish being moved far from her on the man’s order baffled her to no end.

“I want some green pepper with potato, too,” the man answered matter-of-factly.

While she was sitting just on the man’s right side, the table was very huge, so after the dish was shifted to his extreme left side, even if she stood up, she would be unable to touch it.

“You are too selfish!” She was outraged at that.

This annoying fellow, even if you want to eat something, don’t you know to leave a bit for others?! Why did you move it so far from me?! Isn’t it better if you just leave it between us, so we can share it together?!

“Yes, I am that.” He smirked. Somehow, when he said this, his voice sounded a bit aggrieved.

Alas, the dunce woman beside him failed to catch on to it.

“You!” She glared at him indignantly. Forget it; forget it! It’s just a plate of green pepper with potato! He can have it all to himself! There’s plenty of food left on the table, anyway!

She then resolutely turned her face away from the man, refusing to look at him again.

She surveyed the food before her and finally moved her chopsticks to that plate of sweet and sour pork tenderloin, which was now the closest to her.

As he watched her every action, the man’s eyes promptly lit up.

He stared at her intensely, his usually emotionless eyes shining with nervous anticipation.

She did not notice this change in his expression, though. Having a mouthful of the sweet and sour pork tenderloin, she happily reached out to get some more.

Mhm! This sweet and sour pork tenderloin is really good! It’s crispy yet tender! Plus, it’s sweet!

“How is it? Does it taste good?”

She just had a mouthful of the dish and was planning to get more when the man carefully posed this question to her.

“Mhm! Very!” She was a little weirded out by his question, but she still happily told him her honest opinion about the dish. “This tenderloin is crispy yet tender, and its taste is exactly to my liking! Its sourness is just right while its sweetness is to my preference! I love it!”

Once she finished saying that, she got another chunk of meat and ate it with gusto.

Crispy yet tender… Very tasty…

Ji Ziming felt his breathing smoothen and his spirit soar at her response. When he saw her get some more of the dish, the curl of his lips went up some more.

However, quickly enough, he realized that his action was a little weird.

“Cough!” Coughing, he reined in the silly smile on his face.

“Have more of it if it’s good.” He regarded her with gentle eyes.

“Mhm!” She nodded patronizingly at the man and then continued chewing the meat in her mouth.

This annoying fellow is acting so weird today!

Once more, the man pursed his lips at the happiness on her face as she dug into her food.

Is this considered as a success?

Since this dumb woman is eating so happily and is full of praise for my sweet and sour pork tenderloin, my first cooked food should be considered as a success, right?

Luckily, my hand wobbled while I was cooking and put a larger portion of white sugar. If not, I probably wouldn’t earn such high praise from this dumb woman.

Still, is it all right for this dumb woman to like sweet stuff so much?

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Suddenly, warning bells rang inside her as she eyed the man who was looking at her unblinkingly.

His heart rose to his mouth when he noted her wariness.

Did this dumb woman realize that I made this dish?

It should be impossible… right?

It really shouldn’t be, right?

Eyeing the woman with mounting trepidation, his mind went into overdrive as it tried to come up with a plausible way for him to deny having cooked the dish.

This time, however, he was just being narcissistic.

“Don’t tell me that you want to take this dish away from me, too!” She glared at the man as she shielded the sweet and sour pork tenderloin from the man with her arms. “You can’t be too selfish!”

This annoying fellow probably saw how much I like this dish, so he is thinking of snatch it away from me, too!

The corners of the man’s mouth twitched at the sight of her shielding the food from him. For a moment, he did not know whether to be angry at her for having such a low opinion of him or be happy at her for liking his cooking so much.

When he only remained silent, she swiftly lifted a chunk of pork and dropped it into his bowl.

“Here. For you. You’re forbidden from taking all for yourself,” she earnestly said, proceeding to blink her doe eyes at him.

He eyed the pork chunk in his bowl and then the nervous her. In that instance, he was filled with exasperation.

“Mhm.”

She finally rested at ease when she heard him hum.

She lowered her head again and resumed battling with her food.

As for the man…

He took one last look at her and then lowered his gaze onto that pork in his bowl. He felt somewhat helpless.

In the end, he used his chopsticks to lift the food she had given him.

Noting its bright color and stickiness, he slowly put it into his mouth. He looked as if he were about to meet Death itself.

In an instant, his expressionless face scrunched up.

He felt his taste buds being assaulted by an extremely sweet-tasting food, and that was all he could taste and think.

“…” He fought the urge to spit out the sickeningly sweet meat in his mouth and forced himself to it.

How much white sugar did I spill in the dish earlier?! Why is it this sweet?!

Seeing the woman happily eat the food, his forehead could not help scrunching up.

Is this dumb woman’s body fine for eating so much sugar-high food?