Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 200 Feeling Wronged 1 How about our CEO Pei disguises himself as a food deliveryman and deli

And Pei Weijin is the best now, except that he occasionally leaves her a little overwhelmed.

Pei Weijin understood her and could tell what she was thinking at a glance.

He wasn't going to let the matter rest so easily, and pressed on, "What do you think?"

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at him. Men are just spoiled; he's getting more and more wicked.

She said, enunciating each word clearly, "I'm not telling you."

Pei Weijin wasn't that curious, so he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he stated with certainty, "But I think my darling prefers me the way I am now."

"Hmph, narcissistic." Yan Zhuoyu didn't respond to him.

Pei Weijin chuckled. He had noodles in his hand, so he used his arm to half-encircle Yan Zhuoyu in his embrace.

He gestured for Yan Zhuoyu to look at the cut wonton wrappers.

Yan Zhuoyu asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Do you want me to make wontons with you? The last time I made them was when I was little, and I've forgotten how."

Even the last time she ate wontons, it was with Pei Weijin and her grandmother.

"I don't need you to pack it for me."

Pei Weijin used chopsticks to pick up a ball of shepherd's purse and meat filling and wrapped it tightly with dough.

He used plenty of ingredients, stretching the thin skin until it was round and plump.

"The noodles dried out a bit because of the long time that was left out, so I just added water again."

"Now there is more water than before."

Pei Weijin moved quickly, placing the wrapped wontons on the silicone mat in just a few moments.

He even took a moment to ask Yan Zhuoyu, his eyes filled with a teasing smile: "What does my wife think?"

"..."

Yan Zhuoyu smiled brightly, stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

"I think so too. It's all thanks to my husband's good cooking skills. Can you make me wontons again tomorrow?"

She does have a screenwriter as a close friend, and she would occasionally receive short, fluffy messages from Qin Zhuyue.

Having read countless books, how could he possibly lose to Pei Weijin?

Pei Weijin readily agreed. He didn't have many work commitments these days and was available at any time.

"can."

"However, my husband and I still kept our marriage a secret. Our colleagues don't know about our relationship. Meeting too frequently would make us easy to be discovered."

Yan Zhuoyu leaned against him, her voice as sweet and gentle as a little fox: "I've thought of a good idea, but we'll have to trouble our CEO Pei to disguise himself as a deliveryman and bring the food to our door."

She touched the man's chest with her slender, beautiful fingers and breathed softly: "I want pure minced meat."

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The kitchen utensils were air-freighted along with the ingredients. Water needs to be boiled before cooking the wontons.

Pei Weijin put the pot lid on and prepared two bowls of soup base.

Yan Zhuoyu sat in the dining chair, smiling broadly as she applauded, "It smells so good!"

Having just achieved an overwhelming victory in the individual competition, she hummed a song in high spirits and casually opened two packets of spicy instant noodles.

Pei Weijin chuckled, "The wontons haven't even been cooked yet, but you can smell the aroma from just a pot of plain water."

"Of course! Everything my husband makes smells delicious, even plain water tastes incredibly tempting."

As Yan Zhuoyu spoke, she used a feint to slowly move towards the induction cooker.

To be honest, she had her eye on the pot of water that was about to boil.

"Um, I'm a little hungry. How about we have some spicy chicken noodles first? It's Christmas today, so let's do what the locals say, right?"

Pei Weijin nodded: "Whatever you like."

Just then, the water boiled, and he asked, "Do you need me to cook some noodles?"

Yan Zhuoyu waved her hand magnanimously, rolled up her sleeves, and struck a pose like a master chef: "No need, husband, you just wait to eat."

"Today we're celebrating two holidays, the Winter Solstice and Christmas. I feel bad that you've been so busy, so I'll show you my skills and let you taste my specialty dishes."

As she spoke, she threw the dough into the water, covered the pot, and simmered it. Holding chopsticks in her hand, she stood by, ready to go, her expression very serious.

If Pei Weijin hadn't known she was cooking instant noodles, he would have really thought she was making a fancy dish.

"Honey, you are so kind."

Hearing his sincere gratitude, Yan Zhuoyu felt guilty instead.

She said modestly, "It's not as good as you say."

I should have brought more flavors of instant noodles; at least I could have made a feast.

Pei Weijin stood next to her, took out his phone, and asked, "Wife, may I take a picture?"

"all right."

Yan Zhuoyu readily agreed and even offered him her seat.

She thought to herself, "Is Pei Weijin going to post her online and condemn her?"

After taking the photo, Pei Weijin sent it directly to his friend Fu Zhuchen without even editing it.

As it turned out, he had chosen the right person. Fu Zhuchen, who was bored, replied almost instantly every time.

[Fu Zhuchen: What? Is your family so poor you can't even afford to eat?]

Pei Weijin frowned slightly and typed a reply: 【What do you know? This is noodles my wife cooked for me.】

He thought about it and then withdrew his decision.

But Fu Zhuchen had already seen it and even posted three question marks.

Pei Weijin edited the message again and sent it to Fu Zhuchen: 【What do you know? This is noodles my wife made for me with love.】

The turkey noodles shouldn't be cooked for too long; after two or three minutes, Yan Zhuoyu had mixed the noodles.

She even deliberately put only one-third of the seasoning packet in Pei Weijin's bowl.

"Honey, my signature dish is ready, please enjoy!" Yan Zhuoyu greeted him with a smile.

She wasn't someone who didn't care about anything. After cooking the noodles, she took the initiative to wash the pot and then boiled another pot of water for Pei Weijin to cook wontons.

The induction cooker was set to a low heat, just enough to boil the food by the time they finished eating the wontons.

Pei Weijin didn't bother to see if Fu Zhuchen would send any more messages. Hearing Yan Zhuoyu's call, he immediately got up and went over.

Just as I picked up my chopsticks, I received a new message from Fu Zhuchen—a transfer notification.

He clicked on it and saw that the amount was nine yuan and ninety cents.

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Fu Zhuchen sent another message: [I don't have much money either, but I can still treat you and your wife to a nice meal. I really couldn't stand seeing you like this!!!]

Seeing that he was constantly looking at his phone, Yan Zhuoyu asked curiously, "Who is it?"

After replying to Fu Zhuchen with the three words "tasteless," Pei Weijin promptly blocked him.

He said indifferently, "It's from a food delivery ad; I don't know them."