My Fantastic Chef Wife

Chapter 158: What do you want me to do?

Ye Xiaoxian peeled several lotus seeds and handed one to Xiao Baoshan. Rather than stretching out his hand, Xiao Baoshan opened his mouth to catch the lotus seed. But just then, he stuck out his tongue to lick her fingertip, tickling her from her skin to her heart.

“One more,” he said.

Ye Xiaoxian picked up another one. This time, he held her slender fingers between his warm lips directly. She was somewhat stunned.

Their eyes were locked on one another, full of tenderness and love. Xiao Baoshan then threw his arms around her neck and kissed her gently.

“Baoshan, we...someone may see us.”

“They won’t. My love, trust me!”

If a man had his passions aroused, he would usually forget how to control himself. Then, the boat shook affectionately in this captivating lotus world.

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Ye Xiaoxian believed that these past two days had been the happiest time in her two lives, enjoying full intimacy with Xiao Baoshan. In her last life, Ye Xiaoxian had been busy earning a living. In this life, the initial owner of her body was so poor, but she gradually shook off poverty by running the restaurant. Besides, Xiao Baoshan had been always with her, laughing with her, doing all kinds of crazy things with her.

Suddenly, Ye Xiaoxian thought that she wouldn’t regret it even if she had to end her life at this moment.

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“The Xiaos’ Cuisine”.

That day, Sister Xiang walked past the restaurant again. She was more than furious seeing the place packed with ever-increasing numbers of customers. She had been busy developing new recipes for many days. Since Ye Xiaoxian’s dishes were relatively heavier, she prepared to cook something lighter such as congee and steamed fish. However, no matter how hard she tried, her inn could not cause such a stir as Ye Xiaoxian’s.

Her customers decreased day by day. If her main business hadn’t been accommodation, she might have run the inn at a loss. Besides, she had to pay higher taxes since Fang Shanding was driven out of office. The new tax official didn’t dare reduce her taxes out of fear that it would be discovered by his superiors. After everything had been taken into account, her income had shrunk by half. In contrast, Ye Xiaoxian derived gain from misfortune and her business was booming. How could Sister Xiang stomach an insult like that?

Sister Xiang went back to her own inn in a sulk and gulped several cups of cool water at once. She then left the inn again. She walked down two alleys and finally stopped at the end of a lane. In front of her was a shabby, lifeless house whose door was wide open. Perhaps there would be some decent furniture for thieves to steal. In the yard were some worn-out furnishings and several empty wine jugs littering the corner.

Two hours later, a man staggered into the yard. He was exuding a mixed odor of liquor and, in particular, blood. Seeing Sister Xiang, the man opened his bloodshot eyes widely and asked, “Aren’t you the keeper of Xiang Lin Inn?”

“Well, seeing how you already know me, I think I can skip the introduction part.”

The man smirked. “You want to recover your money? As you can see, I am penniless now. I can’t pay off my debts even if you kill me. Just beat me. Have those guys from the winery beat me up.”

Sister Xiang sneered. “Do you want to write off all our old scores?”

“What do you want me to do?” The man was not stupid. He knew that there wouldn’t be any pennies from heaven.