The Almighty Wife explodes

Wen Yulai fell into self-doubt.

Meng Yao glanced at him, and murmured softly beside him, "Then it's probably due to the different people doing it, so you don't have to be discouraged because of immaturity in technology, just don't worry about the kitchen in the future."

Wen Yulai turned his head and looked at her stubbornly, "No, I want it, I am an unyielding character, nothing can stop me!"

After speaking, he plunged into the kitchen again.

Meng Yao's eyes darkened, and she almost collapsed on the spot.

If he does it like this, he has to figure out when to go.

This is really, really scary.

She stood at the door of the kitchen, looked at the busy man inside, and said out after deliberation, "Then let Auntie cook today's dinner?"

The man shook his head stubbornly, "No, don't let her do it. I have already sent her a message to ask her to rest at home today. I will cook for you."

At this moment, Meng Yao really felt what it was like a bolt from the blue.

Her legs gave way, and she almost didn't kneel down for Wen Yulai on the spot.

She walked over and grabbed Wen Yulai's wrist, "Don't, everything is easy to discuss brother, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can say it, you don't need to use this way to revenge me! You just say it, I've changed it, don't treat me like this."

Wen Yulai laughed out of anger.

Meng Yao's actions made it as if she was going to poison the food.

He wanted to break free from Meng Yao's wrist, but in the end, Meng Yao was stronger than him. No matter how hard he tried to break free, it would be futile, so he gave up struggling and looked at Meng Yao with his peach eyes, "let go, I don't put poison in the food."

Meng Yao pursed her lips helplessly and broke down, "Yes, you don't poison the food, but your behavior is more broken than poisoning the food."

After finishing speaking, Meng Yao took a deep breath and explained: "It's just a matter of hiccupping for a moment when someone is poisoned. You dark food, the taste lingers in your mouth for a long time, and the aftertaste is endless. After eating, you feel that life is meaningless. Meaning, it’s better to die.”

As soon as Meng Yao's metaphor came out, Wen Yulai's whole body froze.

He stagnated for breath, and said, "It can't be so serious."

Meng Yao rolled her eyes at him slowly, "No way? Did you misunderstand your own craftsmanship? Why not? Don't you believe that when Sister Qin comes out, give her a bite of the egg tart you made. Make sure she can ascend in place!"

Wen Yulai's face is really darker than the bottom of the pot.

He didn't speak for a long time, as if he was doubting his life.

Seeing his frustrated expression, Meng Yao recalled whether what she just said was too much, whether it hit Wen Yulai's fragile heart.

So she pondered for a while, and then began to remedy.

"Actually, I don't think so much. It tastes bad, but it's not dead. Forget it."

She gave up on herself.

Wen Yulai was not comforted by her words at all.

He said angrily, "I'm not comforted by your words at all."

"Because I'm not good at comforting people at all." Meng Yao said that she usually doesn't comfort people, and every time she comforts people, that person will shut her up in the end.

Some even say: If you can’t speak, don’t speak.

What can she do, she is helpless, okay?