My Sweet Physician Wife Calls The Shots

The noodles were thin but chewy. They were cooked just right--strong enough to be scooped up without breaking apart and cooled, then boiled again for at least 5 hours before being eaten. The beef had been boiled with a thick soup sauce, then drizzled with a spicy meat sauce.

Mix the cold noodles with the hot beef, like ice and fire, and serve.

Fragrant, spicy, fresh, tender, smooth, tough... Countless flavors and textures were mixed together.

It was difficult to find delicacies around after having eaten her Second Uncle's food, which was comparable to that of a Michelin executive chef. Although his skills had been passed down behind the closed doors through Camino's traditional exquisite dishes, Nuannuan discovered that the food prepared by Huang Ziyu could almost be said to have replicated the nuances of folk snack foods perfectly.

The dishes she was eating complemented each other so well, bringing out the flavors in great harmony.

"Ziyu, may I come to enjoy some of your food every once in a while?" As she was leaving, Nangong Nuannuan could not help but fulfil her inner foodie's request.

Huang Ziyu chuckled and replied, "Of course, Sister-in-law. You can come and enjoy my dishes anytime. If you don't have time to come, you can just call me--I can bring some to you."

Knowing that Nuannuan could cure her brother, Huang Ziyu felt like she could cook for her every day.

Hearing Huang Ziyu's words, Nuannuan smiled earnestly.

This was the satisfaction of having one's foodie needs fulfilled.

"You guys stay here for a while. Song Qing will send someone to bring you and your things to a safe place."

"Okay."

Chi Yang glanced over at the nine international assassins, who looked like doorkeepers now, and then looked at Nuannuan. "What do you plan to do with these nine people?"

The nine awe-inspiring assassins, whose average height was over 6 feet tall, were shivering like quails in the cold wind now.

They had done everything according to Queen's instructions--all they wanted now was to survive.

Nangong Nuannuan gave the nine of them an address and said, "The nine of you, report to this place today. I'll tell you tomorrow about what you'll have to do."

"Yes."

"Big Brother Chi Yang, let's go." Upon saying that, Nuannuan grabbed Chi Yang's arm and they both left.

It was only when they had already left that Chi Yang finally asked, "Those people were sent by King. King must have some sort of hold over them. Aren't you afraid that by giving them the address, they may just run away?"

Nuannuan shook her head. "I'm not afraid. I've killed some of them once, and I can kill them again. I haven't revealed any secrets to them. If they do decide to run, it'd be best for them if I never see them again in this lifetime. If they don't run, it shows that they really intend to abide by my orders. Anyway, I've already washed my hands of them--so it wouldn't be difficult to accept if they run away."

Seeing his wife say the words 'washed my hands of them' so casually and calmly, Chi Yang really wanted to ask her if she meant what she had said.

How could a person who had washed their hands of people kill without blinking?

She had not even left a corpse behind after killing them. Instead, she had poured the contents of a small bottle of medicine over the bodies and turned them into ashes.

Would a washed-up killer hire an international killer as their subordinate?

A washed-up killer might cry.

Chi Yang touched his nose and did not bother asking his wife about such a small matter.