Chapter 276: Is My Wife Really This Tasty?

When she brought Jiang Xiao home, the door opened and two figures suddenly appeared in the living room, making Song Qiuyu’s heart skip a beat.

Song Qiuyu felt she had been careful enough, yet she seemed to have woken up Su Luo and Song Zhao Ye.

Before she could fully process it, Jiang Xiao reacted very quickly:

“Dad, Mom!”

At those words, Song Qiuyu was momentarily stunned, her eyes wide.

Then Jiang Xiao coughed twice and, pretending to recall something, scratched the back of his neck and corrected himself: “Sorry, I got ahead of myself. Hello, Uncle and Aunt.”

Song Qiuyu looked at Jiang Xiao suspiciously.

‘I’d rather believe that when I wake up tomorrow, some blue game will shut down and become reality, than believe Jiang Xiao did that by accident. He definitely wanted to call them that long ago.’

She couldn’t help but snort softly. “Hmm.”

The two old folks in her house also smirked, their eyes brightening, as if amused by Jiang Xiao’s little intentions.

If they had had the chance back in the day, they might have done the same.

“Alright, your mom and I saw you busy in the kitchen for a long time, then you suddenly ran out. We got a little worried, so we waited in the living room.”

Su Luo got up from the sofa, looked at her daughter, and said with a smile: “Since you’re both back, we’ll go to sleep. Don’t stay up too late, be careful, and don’t catch a cold.”

“Okay! We will! Good night, Mom and Dad!”

Song Qiuyu nodded. Watching her parents go back into their room, she closed her eyes and let out a breath. So they had seen her busy in the kitchen all along.

That made sense. Even though she tried to be quiet and the kitchen had soundproofing, the noise of cooking couldn’t be completely hidden.

Her slender, fair neck flushed with embarrassment.

She subconsciously scratched her hot nape with her fingertips a couple of times, then glanced at the person beside her. He was looking at her with a half-smile and said: “Xi’er, your parents really love you.”

That suddenly struck the softest part of her heart. She felt both shy and moved, her eyes slightly hot.

She took a breath, glanced at her parents’ closed door, secretly gave Jiang Xiao a little kick, then nonchalantly picked up the lunchbox and quickly walked toward the dining table.

“Come on, let’s have the midnight snack.”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiao couldn’t help but smile knowingly. At some point, his girlfriend had started to act differently in front of her parents compared to when it was just the two of them.

“Why aren’t you coming?” Song Qiuyu pulled out a chair and sat down with some reserve, glancing at Jiang Xiao who was still standing at the entrance, blinking as she spoke.

“Okay, coming.” Jiang Xiao smiled, walked over, and pulled out his own chair.

As soon as he sat down, he saw the girl across from him pick up the chopsticks first, open the lunchbox, and with her pretty fingers holding the chopsticks, point them at the food from a little above, dot dot dot.

“Jiang Xiao, what do you want to eat first? Carrots, ham sausage, rice, or…”

“Hmm…” “Having trouble deciding? How about I choose for you?”

She looked up at him, her eyes completely filled with him.

“Eat you first?” Jiang Xiao pretended to sound questioning.

“Huh?” Song Qiuyu briefly didn’t understand what those three words meant.

She watched as Jiang Xiao suddenly stood up, pressed his hands on the table, leaned his upper body forward, and brought his face close. Her heart skipped a beat.

Only then did she realize what was happening, and her face flushed bright red.

Even though they hadn’t done anything too intimate in half a year—even living together limited to shallow kisses and hugs—she should have had no such thoughts today.

Yet it was as if a hidden feeling she hadn’t even noticed was stirred up, and she began to look forward to it.

This wife-like desire to be doted on and embraced by her own husband was truly unsettling.

Deep inside, something uncontrollable was writhing, twisting beyond recognition.

But she wasn’t Jiang Xiao’s wife yet—just his girlfriend.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously closed her eyes and clenched her fists tightly.

His two big hands pressed on the table tightened, and Jiang Xiao held his breath. Only now did he lower his eyes to look at his girlfriend’s outfit today.

He had already seen it when the live broadcast started, but the girl in the pink and white Lolita dress on stream was nowhere near as beautiful as the girl he was looking at so close up in person.

Xi’er must have forgotten to turn on the beauty filter, but even without it, she was so beautiful that his heart raced and he liked her to no end.

Maybe he could remind her later—he would likely see her cute, flustered reaction again, all shy and panicked from making a small mistake.

Looking at his girlfriend who was embarrassingly waiting for a kiss, Jiang Xiao seriously thought about it and still felt like backing off.

After all, this Loving Wife’s Midnight Snack was specially made by Xi’er for him, and he really wanted to eat her cooking while it was hot.

He didn’t want to let her down. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

But the girl with closed eyes suddenly spoke in a low voice, like a sad lop-eared cat.

Jiang Xiao was stunned. His heart raced as he watched the girl asking for a kiss. Just a couple of glances, and he wanted to slap himself.

He took back what he had thought downstairs—he shouldn’t have doubted Xi’er’s true feelings for him!

At first, Xi’er might have been learning to accept and allow his touch out of guilt, a girlfriend’s sense of duty, or side effects of her condition.

But now it was completely different—Xi’er genuinely wanted his touch from the bottom of her heart.

Moved by this, he felt as if surrounded by a warm current of happiness.

He couldn’t help but lean in close to her lips and slowly kissed her.

But sadly, even when he wanted to hug and touch his girlfriend more, there was still the midnight snack she had worked hard to make waiting for him.

It was both joyful and painful.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Jiang Xiao chose the eggplant.

Song Qiuyu cheerfully picked up the dish her boyfriend wanted and gently blew on it by her mouth.

Jiang Xiao looked at her with a gentle smile.

Seeing her cherry-colored lips faintly approach the dish as if feeling its temperature, the tenderness in his eyes deepened.

“Ahh~” “Mmm,” Jiang Xiao opened his mouth and smilingly ate the piece of eggplant.

“As expected of my wife, it’s delicious!”

“Mmm~” Song Qiuyu pouted with a strange expression, feeling that the words were ambiguous.

Was it that his wife was delicious, or that his wife’s cooking was delicious?

Under his praise, she couldn’t muster the courage to ask.

Instead, with some secret joy, her mouth curled high, she reached her chopsticks toward the rice with a heart drawn in ketchup and picked up a bite.

Jiang Xiao looked at the ruined heart and couldn’t help but feel moved.

Xi’er must have practiced alone for a long time for this meal… He imagined her repeatedly drawing hearts over and over.

No matter what it is, when you do it too many times, it becomes tedious and boring.

So, after that bite of rice went down, he frowned with a big smile and said loudly with utmost seriousness: “Delicious! Honey, this is really delicious—the best I’ve ever had!”

This made Song Qiuyu’s pretty face turn bright red.

She felt as if two people might not be asleep and were listening in at the door!

At that thought, she became even more embarrassed.

Then, amid repeated praises of “Wife is so delicious,” she quickly surrendered and soon had fed him almost everything.

Glancing at the remaining few slices of green pepper in the lunchbox, she thought for a moment and picked one up.

Then, looking at the unsuspecting person ready to be fed by his loving wife, Song Qiuyu bit her lip.