Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Boss, can you give us two of those soup dumplings? Yahan wants to try them.”

Ye Erruo placed the dumplings on a plate before pa.s.sing it to a servant behind her. “Bring it over to our guest.”

“Yes, Young Madam.”

By now, her husband's forehead was creased and crumpled, his sulky dissatisfaction s.h.i.+ning from the depths of his...o...b...

Naturally, she could sense the emotions brewing within him, so she comforted him by holding his hand under the table while she scooped food onto his plate with her other hand. “Eat. I've brewed chicken soup for you and I'll scoop some over for you later.”

Only then did his sullen look recede a little.

“The chicken soup I brewed you previously tasted funny, so I attempted to make it again. I've tasted it. This time, it tastes very refres.h.i.+ng.”

As soon as her words echoed, a maid served up the aforementioned chicken soup to them. A strong, lingering fragrance wafted out the moment the lid was removed from the pot.

“It smells good.” w.a.n.g Yiyang's eyes lit up in excitement as his gaze fell on the pot of chicken soup in front of his boss.

“Have some to try it then.” The woman scooped a bowl of soup and had the maid deliver the soup over to him. Alas, before the maid could even take the bowl, it was s.n.a.t.c.hed away by Mo Jiangye.

“You brewed this soup for me,” he declared solemnly.

No one else can have it!

“It's only chicken soup. If you like it, I can brew it every day for you. Just let them try some now.”

“Nope.”

w.a.n.g Yiyang let out a sigh and shook his head in resignation. “It's fine, sis-in-law. I'm allergic to chicken, so I can't have your soup anyway.”

“Pfft— Bahahaha!” Zheng Yi broke into a fit of laughter, which earned him an icy glare from Mo Jiangye. He held back his laughter at once.

“I'm allergic to chicken as well, sis-in-law.”

Ye Erruo shot her husband an exasperated glare in return. What a petty man. Hmph!

Meanwhile, Xu Xu was completely focused on taking food for Fang Yahan, so he paid no attention to what the others were saying. Upon noticing his girlfriend putting her chopsticks down, he asked, “What's wrong? Are you full already?”

“I'm thirsty.”

He proceeded to scoop a bowl of soup for her p.r.o.nto. “This soup not only has beautifying properties and high nutritional value, but it can also quench thirst.”

The girl shook her head, her eyes fixed on the pot of chicken soup in front of Mo Jiangye.

He followed her line of vision. “You want to have chicken soup?”

She nodded shyly. “Yes.”

“Chief—”

“No!” Mo Jiangye outright refused his buddy before he could even pose this question.

I already let it slide when she ate my woman's soup dumplings, yet she's now eyeing my chicken soup too? The nerve of her!

If it was not for Xu Xu, would she even have had the chance to sit and dine there?

“There's chicken soup on my side of the table. You can have this instead. Don't fight with Boss over that pot of chicken soup. Sis-in-law brewed that personally for him after all.”

Xu Xu burst out laughing in agreement. How envious he was upon seeing how possessive of his woman his boss was. He wanted to dote on his future wife just like his boss did.

Soon, the meal progressed in silence. Ye Erruo failed to notice this at first, but she soon discovered a problem.

While everyone was paying attention to their meal, Xu Xu's girlfriend would from time to time steal a glance at her husband. Her gaze was seemingly fixed on his hand as she watched him get food for her.

Regardless of which dishes he picked for her, the young lady would get her beau to pick the same dishes for her…

Several times, when she met the eyes of the other lady, the latter would flash her a bright smile in return, as though she harbored no malice at all.

“What are you looking at? Hm?” Upon noticing his wife's distracted look, he surrept.i.tiously gave her hand a hard squeeze.

“How long have you been staring at Xu Xu's girlfriend? Don't tell me you've fallen for her.” He uttered this question softly into her ear through gritted teeth.