Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Shang Jing could feel the difficulties of their marriage from the bowl of dumpling skin.
This cannot be tolerated.
I’m so angry.
So angry I can’t stomach these.
This won’t do. This concerns my favorite dumplings!
He shot up from his seat. In three large strides, he stopped in front of He Jiang and picked up the plate of dumplings.
He Jiang’s chopsticks hovered in midair. His delicious plate of dumplings was suddenly replaced by an unappetising bowl of dumpling skin soup.
He furrowed his brows. He was sure the dumplings had not looked that bad when he took them off the flame earlier on.
Due to the constant rain, the temperature had dropped by a few degrees. He Jiang surveyed Shang Jing who was wolfing down the dumplings and knocked on the table to get his attention. He ordered, “Go change into a pair of long pants.”
Shang Jing subtly rolled his eyes and replied defiantly, “No.”
In return, with a dumpling in his mouth, he growled, “What are you looking at? Hurry and eat. Don’t you dare waste food.”
He Jiang was speechless. He took a sip of the soup. The dumpling fillings had disintegrated into the water that was used to boil them. It was an indescribable gastronomic experience.
He savored the soup with one hand, one spoon at a time. With the other, he texted Lin Lin, instructing her to hire a helper who was familiar with making nutritious meals to prepare their three meals.
Why does it feel like I am bringing up a rebellious son who will one day drive me to my grave?
This would not do. Even if he had decided to let Shang Jing off, he had to let him suffer for at least two more days.
He pondered over his choices and said, “A helper will be coming over in the afternoon to make lunch.”
Before Shang Jing could celebrate, he added, “I’ll give you a week’s time to learn how to cook from her. If you don’t, you can forget about eating.”
Shang Jing was speechless. It seemed the point in the diary about ‘Hubby does not like my cooking’ was true. They had just started cohabitating and He Jiang had totally disregarded his injury and found him a
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