Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Chapter 180 Only cooking is hard work, right?

When Wang Cheng brought the food to Chu Xiaohuan's table, Chu Xiaohuan was stunned.

He didn't expect there to be two dishes. His first reaction was that Wang Cheng had just picked two dishes to appease him.

Wang Cheng naturally knew what Chu Xiaohuan was thinking. "I watched Li Mei serve all of these."

Hearing this, Chu Xiaohuan, half-believing and half-doubting, picked up some green vegetables and put them in his mouth.

It did indeed taste familiar. Although he couldn't quite put his finger on it, his intuition told him that it was made by Li Mo'er herself.

He frowned when he saw another serving of braised pork.

He can't eat meat at all right now.

Wang Cheng saw Chu Xiaohuan staring at the meat and hesitating, so he spoke up.

"Master, this braised pork was specially made by Li Mei because she was worried you wouldn't like it."

Hearing this, Chu Xiaohuan still reached for the braised pork with his chopsticks.

His chopsticks hovered above the braised pork, and he hesitated to pick them up.

He had just picked up a piece of meat, intending to take a bite and taste it.

But she was worried that if she tasted it and then told Wang Cheng not to let Li Mo'er cook meat anymore, Mo'er might think that her cooking was bad.

So he put the braised pork down again, saying, "From now on, just let Mo'er make some vegetables. There's no need for anything else. Mo'er works hard enough."

Wang Cheng felt bitter. After all that effort, only the cooking was hard work, while she, the errand runner, didn't seem to have any hardship.

As Chu Xiaohuan was speaking, he suddenly remembered, "Manager Wang, you didn't tell Mo'er..."

Wang Cheng immediately shook his head and assured Chu Xiaohuan.

"See? I wouldn't have said anything even if you hadn't told me."

Chu Xiaohuan nodded, and then picked up the piece of meat again with peace of mind.

The reason for choosing this piece is that its caramel color is clearly different from the others.

Moreover, it was the least attractive-looking dish in the small plate, and he guessed that it might have been made by Mo'er.

He gently picked it up and put it in his mouth. The outside was both salty and sweet, but the inside was completely tasteless.

But he still finished eating, so this level of skill must have come from Li Mo'er.

He didn't waste the rest of the meat; he left it all for Qingzhu, who hadn't eaten meat in a long time since he'd been with him.

After finishing his meal, Chu Xiaohuan began studying the defense maps again, doing so simply to be prepared for any eventuality.

His real purpose was to negotiate with Great Britain, but he was still thinking about what terms to offer in exchange.

Or what Britain needs most right now is to seize the enemy's weakness and strike a fatal blow so that they will not refuse.

As for the person to negotiate with, he had already decided. Since it was Li Mo'er who reminded him after reading their language, he wanted to send her.

However, the task of negotiation was fraught with unknown dangers, and he dared not easily let Li Mo'er take the risk.

Moreover, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom currently has a translator, and in principle, she should be sent there.

He sent a message by carrier pigeon yesterday, asking someone to bring the translator over.

Based on the schedule, the letter should have already been delivered.

"My lord, someone outside wants to see you."

The translator listened to the servant's report but paid no attention, continuing to embrace the handsome man in her arms and laugh with him.

Seeing that the interpreter had no reaction, the servant had no choice but to say, "General Chu sent someone to ask you to go to Luocheng."

Only upon hearing the name General Chu did the interpreter shift his gaze from the handsome man's face.

Her face showed displeasure, clearly indicating that her mood had been dampened.

"Go away, just say I'm unwell."

The translator waved to the servants, then turned and flirted with the handsome man.

The handsome man blushed and gently pushed her hand away, his voice alluring, "Aren't you worried that General Chu will come back to find you, my lord?"

The translator didn't seem to care. "Don't worry, he's not coming back."

Not only did he make a boastful promise, but he also signed a pledge, saying that since his death was imminent, he wouldn't go and throw his life away in vain.