My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

However, there are still a few sensible people in Chunhetang.

"Sir, please sit down and I will go down to prepare dinner..."

"…………"

After these words were spoken, everyone finally came back to their senses. The real master was still there, how could they forget about him? They were really negligent.

I secretly thought that I must never do this again in the future.

The master's generosity cannot be a reason for them to ignore the rules.

So they all bowed to Pei Huaizhi, and Pei Huaizhi was indeed too lazy to care about this.

And it was mostly for Song Qingcheng's sake.

He took a step forward and went straight to the back room, where he cleaned off all the dust and dirt on his body.

After Pei Huaizhi left, the master and servant had not seen each other for a long time, so naturally they had endless topics to talk about.

Pei Huai could faintly hear Song Qingcheng's laughter for a moment.

Is she really that happy? Every time he came back, he had never seen Song Qingcheng so happy.

Thinking of this, Pei Huaizhi felt a little depressed. Comparing yourself with others will make you feel nauseous. It seems that she is not even as good as a little maid.

I don’t know what Song Qingcheng is made of…

Pei Huaizhi shook his head helplessly. After washing up, he changed into clean clothes.

******

When Song Qingcheng and her servants saw Pei Huaizhi coming back, the maids fell silent and stood by respectfully to serve them.

Song Qingcheng glanced at Pei Huaizhi and saw the ugly purse hanging around his waist!

Her eyebrows couldn't help but twitch, and she thought to herself that a man as elegant and kind as Pei Huaizhi would actually wear something that didn't match his temperament.

Have vision... ?

Song Qingcheng withdrew her gaze and saw that dinner was ready.

The maid served the dishes and then left. Pei Huaizhi did not like being served, so his meals were just like those at the Song residence, without so many red tapes. He just enjoyed his meals in a relaxed and homely manner.

After all, it had been a year, and the people in Chunhetang knew this master's habits, so they all retreated outside the door and obeyed his orders.

I guess I asked the kitchen to help, so the meal tonight is much lighter.

There was just something like a small box on the table, which was specially prepared by the kitchen at Song Qingcheng's request.

Song Qingcheng felt a little nauseous just by looking at the box.

"I like everything I send back to the capital!"

Pei Huaizhi asked.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng was speechless. She didn't expect Pei Huaizhi to actually ask about it.

“The memory is still fresh...especially fresh”

Song Qingcheng replied.

"Really? That's good!"

Qingcheng: “………………………………………………”

Pei Huaizhi considerately placed the small can of fish in front of Song Qingcheng, "Since you like it, eat more. If it's gone, I'll have someone send some more!"

Song Qingcheng glanced at him sideways to see Pei Huaizhi's reaction. She wasn't sure whether Pei Huaizhi really didn't know that this canned herring thing tasted bad, or was pretending not to know.

Seeing that the can of herring was coming to her soon, Song Qingcheng was shocked and made a gesture to refuse it.

She is not blessed with it......

"This is specially reserved for you. We have all eaten it. You should also try the overseas flavor. It's fresh..."

Pei Huaizhi paused and took his hand back, asking in disbelief, "Is this for me? Specially left?"

Song Qingcheng nodded, "It must be!"

Pei Huaizhi thought he had some understanding of Song Qingcheng.

There must be something wrong when things are out of the ordinary, but no matter how vigilant Pei Huaizhi was, he did not expect things to be like this.

Pei Huaizhi wanted to see what Song Qingcheng was up to.

So he opened the can of herring in front of him without any warning.

At this time, Song Qingcheng had already left far away, and Pei Huaizhi suffered the most direct impact.

A strong stench of rotten fish and shrimp mixed with the salty smell directly hit his nose and hit his entire nerves.

"Cough cough cough..."

Pei Huaizhi put the opened can of herring aside from a distance, coughed, gnashed his teeth, and said with his temples throbbing, "Song! Qing! Cheng!"

"Minister Pei! I'm here! I'm here! No need to be so loud! I can hear you. Are you okay?"

"Are you tired of living? Are you trying to murder your husband?"

Pei Huaizhi's pupils were bloodshot due to coughing, and he just stared at Song Qingcheng and said.

"Ah! My lord, I am not tired of living. Besides, how could I, a delicate and weak woman, do something to murder someone..." Song Qingcheng said with a pitiful look.

"Sir, don't forget, this is a gift from you."

Pei Huaizhi: "... little trouble maker..."

The power of this canned herring is so great that Pei Huaizhi can no longer bear it.

After scolding Song Qingcheng, he shouted at the door, "Shuqi, get in here!"

Wu Songsong, who was hiding somewhere in the yard, suddenly landed beside Shuqi and said in a grim voice, "How did you provoke the Lord again?"

"scare!"

This sound, which came out of nowhere, scared Shuqi. "Get out of the way..."

Wu Song sighed, "It's really useless..."

At this time, a deep voice came from the room, saying "You should get out quickly".

"I'm coming"

Shuqi lifted his feet, pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as the door was opened, the fishy smell that hit me in the face made me choke.

“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…”

In front of his master, Shuqi wanted to maintain the image of a loyal and steady servant, but unfortunately he couldn't do it.

What is this thing? Why does it smell even worse than that stinky durian?

Before I could react, I felt an object flying towards me from Pei Huaizhi's direction.

Pei Huaizhi directly used his internal force to throw the thing over.

Shuqi took it subconsciously, and what he saw was a pale dead fish with its eyes open, lying in a thick white and black soup.

What the hell is this!

Just as I had this doubt, I remembered that this was the most delicious canned herring from the sea that I sent to my wife a few days ago!

"Hold the grass!"

Shuqi felt like a hundred thousand horses were galloping in his heart. They were being deceived. They were told that this was the freshest of the best!

"Throw it away immediately!" Pei Huai supported his forehead with one hand and waved the man away with the other.

Song Qingcheng had experience, and she had already run to the window the moment Pei Huaizhi opened the can of herring.

Avoided being directly attacked... At this time, I was just about to watch the excitement between Pei Huaizhi and his servant in a ventilated place.

She was an experienced person. Pei Huaizhi had also suffered the same trick. It was like watching his immortal self fall into the mortal world.

Who said don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you? She felt that it was so satisfying to give others a taste of their own medicine.