273 Snail Rice Noodles


    This time, when the four of them met, Ji Lingchen did not look at Liu Siyu with a probing gaze. Instead, he asked with a loving smile, “What happened to your leg?”


    Seeing Ji Lingchen’s smile, Liu Siyu felt less afraid of him. She replied, “I sprained my ankle when I was going down the stairs.”


    “Be careful when on your way home. Pay attention to how you’re walking,” Ji Lingchen instructed.


    Liu Siyu nced at Fang Xiaonuan and replied with an “Ok” before getting into the car with Liu Siyan.


    Fang Xiaonuan promised her husband, “Hubby, don’t worry. Xiaoyu is my sister-inw. As her sister-inw, I will definitely take good care of her.”


    Ji Lingchen smiled at his little wife. “Ah! I didn’t know that my naughty kitten knows how to take care of others.”


    Fang Xiaonuan hugged her husband’s arm and said coyly, “I can learn. She’ll just be my guinea pig.”


    Liu Siyu and Liu Siyan left.


    Just as Ji Lingchen was about to bring his wife home, Fang Xiaonuan stopped him. “Hubby, give me a moment. I’ll bring some food back for Dad.”


    Ji Lingchen held his little wife’s hand as they walked around the campus. When they arrived at the stall selling snail rice noodles, a strong sour smell assaulted their nostrils.


    Ji Lingchen furrowed his brows. Did his wife want to bring this into his car?


    “One serving to go, please!”


    Ji Lingchen’s mood instantly soured. “Xiaonuan, isn’t this thing a little too stinky?”


    “It smells stinky, but it’s delicious!” Fang Xiaonuan said. She did not notice her husband’s disdainful expression or the fact that he was pinching his nose.


    Ji Lingchen wondered how he ended up with a wife who had such unique tastes.


    However, no matter how ufortable Ji Lingchen was, he did not stop his wife and allowed her to bring the stinky snail rice noodles into the car.


    The car was immediately filled with a sour smell.


    Ji Lingchen quickly rolled down the car windows and pinched his nose. He was almost unable to breathe.


    It was only then that Fang Xiaonuan noticed her husband’s actions and expression. She smiled evilly and said, “Hubby, you can’t stand the smell?”


    “But you know what? Think about it. Imagine that every time you kiss me, I’ve just had a bowl of this. If I burp …”


    “Stop talking.” Ji Lingchen could not bear to listen any longer.


    His wife’s mouth was obviously fragrant and sweet, so why did she have to eat something as smelly as this?


    Fang Xiaonuan had sessfully disgusted her husband. She pouted at her husband, who was driving. “Hubby, I had durians for lunch, snail rice noodles for lunch, and stinky tofu just now. Can you still kiss me today?”


    “Brush your teeth when we get home.” Ji Lingchen frowned.


    “I won’t!” Fang Xiaonuan replied.


    “I’ll drag you to the bathroom myself. I’ll make sure you smell good again,” Ji Lingchen replied.


    Fang Xiaonuan was so happy that she giggled. Then, she said, “Tomorrow is Saturday. Hubby, if you’re free, let’s visit the Liu family.”


    Ji Lingchen nced at his little wife. As expected, she understood him. She was probably the girl his mother had always meant to choose for him.


    After returning home, Fang Xiaonuan walked inside with the snail rice noodles. The servants all retreated.


    Feng Qi also covered her nose and sniffed, “Xiaonuan, what did you buy? Why is it so smelly?”


    “This is the delicious snail rice noodles I bought for Dad,” Fang Xiaonuan said.


    “I won’t eat that sh*t!” Old Master Ji pinched his nose and cringed.


    “Don’t you regret this!”


    Ten minutester, Old Master Ji was wiping his nose and slurping the bowl of sour and stinky soup. “Xiaonuan, you’re so good to me!”


    “Dad, didn’t you just say that this was sh*t?!”


    “What’s wrong with you?” Old Master Ji asked. “Don’t say that.” Old Master Ji wiped his nose again. “But Xiaonuan, next time when you buy this, ask for less chili oil. My nose is killing me.”


    Fang Xiaonuan said, “I know. This is already less spicy. Next time, I’ll buy you something even milder.”


    Old Master Ji had tried something new. After he finished eating, he did not forget to post a picture of it on his WeChat moments, praising the dish.


    After sending the message, Old Master Ji went to the living room with his phone. “Give my photo a like, Feng Qi. My two sons, give my photo a like too.”


    Ji Lingchen handed his phone to his wife. “Xiaonuan, give Dad a like. I’m going to take a shower.” He felt like his entire body was covered in the stench of the noodles.


    Feng Qi also went upstairs to take a shower after liking the post.


    After a while, Fang Xiaonuan was dragged into the bathroom by her husband.


    She did not want to go, so Ji Lingchen just carried her.