Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire

“Ge Ge, you actually have such a low opinion of me! You just wait and see!”

Under her best friend’s disbelieving gaze, Tang Xiaoyu indignantly returned to the kitchen.

Pei Ge’s mouth silently twitched as she watched her leave.

“Hey, hey, hey. Let me help you cook.” She hurried over, not wanting to visit the hospital again over food poisoning from eating her best friend’s cooking.

“Stand aside; I’ll do it myself.” Shooting her a look, her best friend shut the kitchen door on her face and effectively prevented her from entering.

She stood outside and watched her through the transparent glass door.

“Ge Ge, you’re home?” Zhang Manhua walked out from her bedroom at this point.

She started voicing her complaint the moment her mother appeared.

“Mom, how can you let Xiaoyu cook?”

If they did not eat her cooking later, her best friend would get mad, but if they did… was it even edible? What if they ended up in the hospital?

“You lass, how can Xiaoyu not know how to cook? Don’t look down on her.” Her mother merely laughed off her worries.

“Mom, did you forget that I got poisoned by her cooking before and was hospitalized as a result?” she asked.

“I saw with my eyes; Xiaoyu, that lass, is more diligent at cooking than you! I can tell that she’s been frequently cooking overseas.” She smiled and added, “Otherwise, I, your mother, would never allow her to cook unaccompanied. Don’t worry.”

She was stunned for a moment by her mother’s confident words.

Tang Xiaoyu, the pampered princess, would actually cook food for herself overseas? Was her mother joking?

Indeed, her best friend had stayed overseas for a long period of time, but according to what she knew of her, she was not the type to cook food for herself.

She was lazy, disliked messy things, and had a nanny at home. How could she cook her own meals?

She looked past the kitchen’s glass door and straight at Tang Xiaoyu, who was in an apron and had a look of concentration on her face.

Her heart inexplicably ached when she saw her best friend projecting the image of a good wife and mother.

Tang Xiaoyu, who was such a proud person, was cooking with such familiarity.

This should be because of her boyfriend…

She sighed softly.

How outstanding could that man be for her to give him so much love?

Seriously…

Unhappy.

She gloomily pressed her lips together as a tinge of jealousy assailed her.

“You lass, why are you looking at Xiaoyu with resentful eyes?” Zhang Manhua teased when she walked to her side and saw her daughter’s gloomy expression. How could she not know that her daughter was currently feeling jealous?

“I’m just a little jealous of Xiaoyu’s boyfriend,” she answered softly.

“He he, you lass.” She laughingly shook her head and looked over at her daughter’s best friend. “Xiaoyu, that lassie, must really love her boyfriend. You’ll probably be attending her wedding soon.”

“Mhm, I think so, too.” She nodded with a smile. Although she had not seen her boyfriend and was very jealous of him, she still hoped to see them settle down soon and be blissful together.

“You see; Xiaoyu is going to get married soon and be a good wife and mother. You’d better seize the moment, too,” she lightly said this to her daughter.

How could she continue thinking of Tang Xiaoyu and her boyfriend at her mother’s words? The guilty her decided to change the topic.

“Aiya, who knows how her cooking is now? Mom, do you think it will taste nice?” She grinned and pulled her mother toward the living room sofa.

She shot her daughter a look. How could she not know what she was thinking?

“Don’t distract me. Make sure to bring that Mr. Wen home for me to see next time. If he is suitable, then you two should get married. It’s good that Mr. Wen likes you with just one glance.”

“Mom, it’s still early. Don’t rush me into it. Let me check for a while if we are compatible.” While her face was all smiles, her heart was actually filled with dark clouds.

Bring the man home for her mother to see? Get married?

Forget it! Wen Qimo is indeed handsome and outstanding, but what of those? He has a different gender preference, so how can we get married?

Yi, she just wanted to find a reliable date and get married; was it that hard?

Amid their chattering, her best friend’s voice was heard from the kitchen.

“Auntie, Ge Ge, let’s eat!”

She quickly got up off the sofa and headed to the kitchen at her announcement.

She was curious of Tang Xiaoyu’s cooking skills and what she had cooked for tonight’s dinner.

“Ge Ge, hurry and wash your hand; help me serve the dishes,” her best friend instructed the moment she saw her walk into the kitchen.

“Oh.” Pei Ge walked to the sink and washed her hand. This was when she realized that Tang Xiaoyu had not prepared any western cuisine but authentic Chinese food, instead.

This made her curious. She had assumed that she would be cooking western food after her long stay overseas.

“What’s wrong? You look shocked,” her best friend asked with amusement.

“I thought you would cook western food; I didn’t expect for you to cook Chinese food, instead,” she admitted.

“Pfft! I, of course, know how to cook western food, but he loves Chinese food more,” her best friend said with a blissful smile.

Hearing this, she did not respond.

Seeing how deeply in love she was, she only wanted to say that the power of love was truly strong.

It was powerful enough to transform Tang Xiaoyu from an independent, career lady into an ideal housewife and mother.

When the dishes were laid on the dining table, her culinary skills attained a five-star feedback from Zhang Manhua.

“Xiaoyu, your homecooked food looks really delicious.”

“Hei hei, thank you for the compliment, Auntie.” She smiled happily.

Pei Ge looked at her mother and then at the sweetly smiling Tang Xiaoyu. With her forehead moving a little, she threw a wet blanket over their joyous mood, “Mom, you haven’t tasted it yet.”

What if you can look at it but can’t eat it? she complained internally.

“Pei Ge!” Tang Xiaoyu glared at her fiercely and then evilly said, “Don’t eat, then! Go ahead and starve yourself to death!”

“Auntie, let’s eat. We’ll let Pei Ge starve to death.”

Saying this, she served some omelet to Zhang Manhua.

Zhang Manhua amusedly picked up a portion of the omelet the other had given her, and, under her daughter’s anxious gaze, put it in her mouth.

She watched her mother nervously, thinking that if the latter revealed any odd expression, she would promptly call for an ambulance!

In the end, to her surprise—

“Aiya, Xiaoyu, did you really make this? It’s so delicious!”

What?! Delicious?! Impossible! It was already fortunate that Tang Xiaoyu’s cooking did not poison someone to death, but for her mother to say that it was delicious, could she be lying?!