Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss

“Qian Bao, do you want buns or rice? What should I buy to bring back?”

“Is a long arm just for causing trouble? Can’t you cook yourself…”

With her eyes closed, she could command people so smoothly. Yu Minglang watched her lazy and relaxed appearance and felt both annoyed and overwhelmed by her cuteness. He felt that he could never get enough of his beautiful darling and that she was adorable even with her eyes closed. He wanted to reach out and touch her a few times.

“If I cook and you don’t like it, I’ll punish you by making you sleep on the floor tonight. Roll, roll, roll, hurry up and roll!”

Yu Minglang left with resentment.

Being punished to sleep on the floor was too much of a loss, but he thought of himself as a big man and could bear the humiliation for a while…

Xiao Qian could sense his domineering presence even with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and half squinted at him. Yu Minglang quickly hid his messy thoughts and showed an extremely gentle expression.

“Your servant obeys, Great Sage Empress of Heaven, you can continue to rest. I will call you for dinner after I finish cooking—” Yu Minglang dodged the pillow she threw at him and hummed a tune as he left.

He needed to go and pick up his car which was still parked at Zheng Xu’s place, then buy groceries to cook and serve his empress.

Before going to sleep, Xiao Qian didn’t forget to tease him, “What Great Sage Empress of Heaven, you even dare to compare me to Wu Zetian…”

If she really were the empress, she wouldn’t even raise such a man. Was he serving her or was she serving him?

Xiao Qian slept soundly and only woke up when she smelled the fragrance of food.

She yawned and followed the smell down the stairs, Yu Minglang was cooking boiled fish, and the room was filled with the scent of chili.

Xiao Qian was drawn by the scent.

“It smells so good~”

He scooped the fish slices out with one hand and, with his other hand, hugged her over to taste what he had just made.

It was really delicious.

Men who can cook are like gods, and Yu Minglang’s cooking skills have improved from simple fried eggs to complex dishes since he started dating a kitchen killer like Xiao Qian.

With one hand he carried the hot oil in a pot and poured it over the spread-out sichuan peppercorns and chili. The sizzling sound was accompanied by the instantly rising aroma. Wearing casual clothes and leaning together, this was the feeling of home.

Perhaps they had spent too little time alone, so being able to have brief moments of home life felt especially good. Xiao Qian ate more than usual.

Yu Minglang propped up his chin, watching her eat gracefully. “I think if I’m at home more often, you might get as fat as Aunt.”

Xiao Qian’s chopstick-holding hand paused. Yu Minglang didn’t realize he had stepped on a landmine yet and kept praising Jia Xiufang.

“A little bit of meat at that age is good. I think Aunt looks more well-off than my mom. When you reach that age, I’ll let you grow some meat too. It would feel really nice to touch.”

Xiao Qian couldn’t eat anymore.

She put down her bowl and stared at him expressionlessly. Considering that getting angry with this kind of man who doesn’t realize he’s offending people is a waste of life, she silently imagined Yu Minglang with a beer belly and balding a few decades later. Only then did she feel satisfied and continued eating!

“In the future, when you cook, make two portions. You can eat lard mixed with rice, and I’ll eat mixed grains. Then you can eat more, which will increase your male hormones.”

Yu Minglang bent his arm in confusion, and the muscles on his arm were clearly visible.

“Do you want me to do strength training?” He felt like his strength was good enough. He could carry her around.

“No, I just think this way you’ll grow a beer belly and go bald. It’ll feel even better.” She mimicked a patting motion on his head. When she first saw him in their past life, he was also middle-aged and didn’t look much different from now.

As a result, this evil idea was limited to just a thought. He probably would not grow old like Father Yu.

“… You’re too malicious.”

“You think me getting fat until 140 isn’t malicious?!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll just let you gain a little weight. Come on, have a piece of meat!”

He obediently picked up a piece of meat for Xiao Qian.

Only then did Xiao Qian continue to eat contentedly.

“Eat until you’re plump and chubby, and become a cute little panda.”

“You, stay, away!”

How hard is it to be a good man these days? Yu Minglang ended up being punished to wash the dishes, but he still couldn’t understand—what had he done wrong?

After dinner, she didn’t feel like moving, so she decided to stay at home with Yu Minglang and play chess.

Yu Minglang didn’t actually want to play chess. He’d rather discuss life from poetry, and how people are born.

However, Xiao Mei’s deterrence at home was too strong, so he could only think about it. He quickly came up with a good idea.

Xiao Qian set up the chess pieces, but saw that Yu Minglang hadn’t moved.

“What’s wrong?”