The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

In a farm on the outskirts of Milan City, Huang Niao sat on the bed and looked at the door of the room that was opened a few steps away. He looked at the person who opened the door again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not react at all.

The Yidali man outside the door who had kidnapped her here just looked at her helplessly, but did not urge her to get up immediately.

Although this was the first time Huang Niao had seen part of the house other than the room she was in, she couldn't get excited immediately.

"Ms. Huang Niao, there is no trap outside the door. You can really come out now."

The Yidali man who brought Huang Niao to the farm stood politely at the door and pointed to the living room behind him in Chinese with somewhat clumsy pronunciation.

Hearing the familiar native language, Huang Niao did not let down his guard. He carefully lowered his legs from the bed and took the opportunity to glance outside the window at the direction of the farmland while bending down to put on his shoes.

There was no movement at the ambush site, as if no one had been there from the beginning.

After Huang Niao put on her shoes at a snail's pace, she picked up something on the bedside table, stared at the Yidali man standing in the living room, and walked slowly towards the living room step by step.

"Sir, to be honest, I really can't fully trust what you are saying now."

Huang Niao stood about five steps away from the man and frankly explained his thoughts in his native language.

"Miss, I don't expect you to trust me, I just want to tell you that you can come out and move around."

The man standing in the living room nodded very gentlemanly to show his understanding. He did not continue to stand there to put pressure on Huang Niao. Instead, he took the initiative to walk to the sofa in the living room and sat down. He picked up the soup bowl beside him and enjoyed his potato soup.

After smelling the familiar aroma of potato soup, Huang Niao, who had been eating various dishes with potatoes as the main ingredient in the past few days, couldn't help feeling physiological nausea.

Even though Huang Niao loved eating potatoes in China, he couldn't bear to eat various potato products for three meals a day.

Although the man's method of cooking potatoes was almost the same, Huang Niao still felt helpless to complain about this only ingredient.

However, since the other party was able to let her out of the small room without any conditions, it seemed that her master had already obtained the exchange conditions she wanted.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind for a while, Huang Niao finally took a step and walked out of the small house where he had lived for several days.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Huang Niao saw several steaming dishes on the dining table next to the living room. Judging from the taste, potatoes were not added to the dishes.

The Yidali man who was drinking soup just glanced at Huang Niao, said "please go ahead" in Chinese to her, and stopped talking to her.

Huang Niao did not find it strange that his guard took it upon himself. He walked to the dining table and sat down, then began to carefully observe the steaming dishes.

Stir-fried kidney beans, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried pork with peppers, braised pork...

Even seaweed egg drop soup?

This caretaker can actually cook Chinese cuisine?

This doesn't look like a semi-finished pre-prepared dish at all, and is almost indistinguishable from freshly made ones.

Three words popped up in Huang Niao's mind at an inopportune time - the last meal before execution.

After forcibly throwing these three words out of his mind, Huang Niao's doubts increased instead of decreasing.

"Sir, since you can cook Chinese food, why did you..."

"Ah, Miss Huang Niao, are you talking about the potatoes from a few days ago? I bought too many of them during a discount sale some time ago, and I was afraid they would go bad, so I just used them to wear down your will to escape."

The Yidali man explained naturally, as if he didn't care how much those potatoes had "eroded" Huang Niao's will to escape.

A somewhat complicated expression appeared on Huang Niao's face, and he accepted this unexpected answer silently.

Well, the method was indeed good, and it successfully made her feel physically nauseous when she saw potato dishes.

The man's expression was contented, and Huang Niao stopped talking and picked up the prepared bowl and chopsticks to start enjoying the first hot meal in the past few days.

She was not afraid that the man behind her would tamper with the food. In other words, even if he did, Huang Niao, whose mouth had tasted like potatoes for the past two days, would eat it without hesitation.

After Huang Niao started eating, the man put down the bowl of soup that he had drunk clean, picked up a Chinese book beside him, opened it at the bookmark, and began to read with relish.

A few minutes later, as if he suddenly remembered something he hadn't said, he uttered a few words casually.

"I forgot to tell you in advance that you should not drink the soup for now. I prepared this to prevent my master's negotiations from collapsing. One mouthful of this soup can knock down three young ladies of your size."

Huang Niao, who had just held the soup spoon in his hand, was caught off guard by the man's words. He was unable to breathe and choked on the food he had not yet swallowed. He dropped the soup spoon and began to cough violently.

"Some things, ahem, still need to, ahem, say them in advance."

Huang Niao patted his chest with a flushed face and protested to the man behind him with some reluctance in his tone.

Good god, she was still careless and didn't prepare for the guard's sudden move.

"Sorry, the soup was so delicious that I forgot about it."

The nonchalant apology from the Yidali man, who had been eating potato dishes with Huang Niao for several days, left Huang Niao speechless and choked up after she finally calmed down.

She could see that although the caretaker was an interesting soul, he basically spoke and acted on his own accord. Even Huang, who also didn't like to play by the rules, found it a little unbearable.

After a few brief conversations, neither the man nor Huang Niao said anything else.

One person was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and another was sitting at the dining table eating. For a moment, the atmosphere in this space was strangely harmonious.

While eating, Huang Niao wondered if the man sent to guard him was too careless. What if he didn't sit down to eat as he wished, but just took the things and ran away without caring about anything? How should he deal with this situation?

After all, the treatment of a hostage who is released voluntarily is definitely different from that of a hostage who escapes without permission.

However, we have to admit that this gentleman's Chinese cuisine is of a very high standard. If he opens a restaurant in China, his business might be incredibly good.

For the next ten minutes, Huang Niao ate peacefully at the table. The man sitting on the sofa put down the Chinese book he had been reading for a few pages and glanced at the mobile phone that was casually thrown on the table.

If he didn't need to contact Miss Viola, he, a man who had been out of touch with modern society for too long, would never have thought of buying a mobile phone, nor would he want to walk out of his farm and into the city that has developed to the point where he can no longer recognize it.

But as important as his secluded life was, he also had to repay Miss Viola's favor.

As if in response to his thoughts, after Huang Niao finished the last bite of rice in the bowl, the man saw that his mobile phone screen lit up, as if he had received a new message.

The man unlocked his phone and took a look at it. His pupils constricted for a few seconds. Then he calmly put the phone down and stood up.

"Ms. Huang Niao, the situation has changed. Even if you are full, I must ask you to drink another bowl of soup."

Huang Niao paused with his hand holding the chopsticks, curled his lips subtly, picked up the soup spoon at hand resignedly, and served himself a bowl of fragrant-looking seaweed egg drop soup.

She could indeed escape at any cost, but she also had to think about the consequences if she was caught.

After I ran away once, I would definitely not receive such preferential treatment as these days.

After serving the soup, Huang Niao blew on the bottom of the bowl and felt that the temperature was about right. After preparing himself mentally, he drank half the bowl in one gulp.

The gentleman was a very good cook and she couldn't taste anything wrong with the soup.

Not long after Huang Niao put down the bowl, the medicinal effect in the soup quickly took effect.

The man carried the unconscious Huang Niao back to the room as if she were there before, and gently placed her on the bed where she had slept before.

Huang Niao is indeed an interesting Chinese woman, but unfortunately, Miss Viola does not want to let her go free.