His Cute Wife Is A Little Crazy 29 Creepily Good Mood

"What would you like to eat or drink?" He asked.

She looked around the immaculate kitchen. Was he planning on cooking? He was going beyond the call of duty. Even if it had been a one-night stand, the treatment would be still too good. More importantly, could he cook? Nothing looked used in the kitchen.

"I can eat anything." She responded.

That much was true. She did not have allergies and had tested almost every cuisine.

"I know that you are secretly a picky eater." He spoke with a light laugh.

He seemed to be in a creepily good mood.

"I am not." The denial came immediately.

Hu Lei's cheeks puffed up, and her soft lips formed an adorable pout.

"You were probably the type of child who would not eat and had to be punished for secretly throwing away food." That voice filled with amus.e.m.e.nt continued.

She blushed because she had been that child. Her mother had once made her sit for two hours after dinner until she finished her food. She had cried for so long. Later on, after that terrible incident, she had understood that there were things more important that taste, and she had never complained about food since then. As long as she her nutritional needs were met, she did not make a fuss.

However, now, looking at Zhong Feng's knowing face and thinking of her reddened one, she decided to let out the picky monster.

"Fine, but you probably don't have anything I like." She said with a hint of challenge in her eyes.

He tacitly accepted the challenge.

"Do you like porridge?" He chose a neutral food first.

"I can't stand the texture." She replied immediately.

"What about eggs?"

"I hate the smell."

"Can you eat bacon?"

"It's too fatty and often salty."

"And breakfast cereal?"

She thought for a moment.

"I like corn-based cereal. But I hate milk."

Finally, Zhong Feng showed signs of exasperation. She felt like laughing. She had not told a lie to make things harder. These were her honest feelings. He remained silent for a minute before his eyes showed a sign of capitulation.

"I should have just asked about what you do not hate." He spoke with a sigh.

"You realise that now?" she asked while rolling her eyes.

His face darkened at the implication that he was not smart. He was merely going through the list of breakfast options available in his house. How could anyone be so choosy to the point of being ridiculous? It was no wonder she was short and thin, he thought a little pettily.

He would feed her delicious things and fattening her up, he swore in his mind without realising that he was thinking of her as his person. Hu Lei felt an eerie feeling, but she could not pinpoint the source. She shrugged it off without another thought.

"Check the fridge and pantry and find what you would like to eat." He said before sitting on another chair at a countertop.

She stood up grudgingly and went to check the supplies. She had to admit that the kitchen was fully stocked.

"Are you always this well-prepared for spontaneous starvation?" She asked.

"No," he paused. "I had the supplies replenished yesterday in preparation for the busy week ahead."

So it was like that…

"I have decided. I want scallion pancakes." She declared triumphantly.

Would he be willing to make them if he even knew how? She did not know why, but she could see that he had a sense of indulgence towards her. It couldn't be that he had met her and liked her immediately. With his personality, he would be reserved even if he did. There had to be more to this…

"What are you s.p.a.cing out for? I already agreed to make you anything you like."

When he flicked her forehead, she realised that he now stood beside her in the pantry. How long had she been in a daze?

She ma.s.saged her forehead as she sat down with an aggrieved face.

After a moment, a gla.s.s of orange juice was placed before. Her heart warmed just a little bit.