The Chief Minister's Ferocious Wife

There will always be a plot where the female lead makes loads of money with braised foods.

But Zhao Chuchu was different. She just wanted to eat it herself!

There was a master chef at home. Zhao Chuchu felt like she could stay there for a long time, so she asked Xie Heng to cook lots of good food for her.

The supplies in her carry-on space were accumulated at the fastest pace possible, so the requirement for quality was not very high.

In the apocalypse, it was good enough to have warm food to eat. So what was the point of being overly delicate?

Xie Heng didn’t want to wash the pork head at home because it was too smelly, so he went to the riverside.

Zhao Chuchu followed him as well.

When the villagers saw the two of them, they joked, “The two of you are stuck together wherever you go. Is little Heng going to be born soon?”

Xie Heng’s handsome face turned slightly red.

Zhao Chuchu laughed heartily and said, “Yup, very soon. We’ll try to treat you guys to the one-month celebration as soon as possible.”

“I’ll be waiting!”

“Alright!”

After they walked away, Xie Heng took a deep breath and said to Zhao Chuchu, “They were just joking. No need to respond.”

Zhao Chuchu said, “I was joking as well.”

They can keep waiting. When Xie Heng marries a new wife, they will be able to celebrate little Heng’s one-month-old celebration.

Zhao Chuchu appeared completely unbothered by the conversation. But, on the other hand, Xie Heng felt like something was blocking his heart, making him feel a little upset.

He frowned slightly and said, “You’re a girl. There are some things that you shouldn’t joke about.”

“Da Lang, are you embarrassed?” Zhao Chuchu looked at Xie Heng from the corner of her eye and said, “This is nothing. It’s very normal where I came from.”

“You often joke with other people like this?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Xie Heng felt the blockage in his heart become even more severe.

He pressed his lips together and went silent.

Zhao Chuchu could tell that Xie Heng was upset.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

Xie Heng denied it.

He was in no position to be angry!

“You’re still young, so don’t be so conservative and uptight. Jokes can improve people’s moods and mental states. If you want to give birth to little Heng right now, as a doctor, I must tell you that girls shouldn’t give birth at 15 or 16 years old. It’s better to wait until after 18 years of age.”

“…”

Zhao Chuchu continued, “At 15 or 16 years old, the mother would still be growing. Having a child too early is bad for her body.”

As they spoke, they reached the river bank.

Zhao Chuchu didn’t know how to help, so she squatted beside Xie Heng and continued to convince him earnestly, “It’s fine if you want to get married first, but I really think you should wait to have a child.”

Xie Heng felt the veins on his forehead pop a little. Finally, he said, “Chuchu, go home.”

“What?”

“You’re too noisy!”

Zhao Chuchu was speechless.

Did he dislike her for being too naggy?”

She’s saying this for his sake!

Seriously!

Zhao Chuchu stared at Xie Heng and said, “So ungrateful.”

Xie Heng didn’t reply and washed the pork head silently. He rubbed it so hard as though he had a grudge against the pork head.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop talking. I’ll go back,” Zhao Chuchu said as she stood up and left.

Xie Heng raised his head and looked at Zhao Chuchu’s figure.

The strange anger in his heart didn’t disappear when Zhao Chuchu left.

He didn’t say anything. He washed the pork head so hard that its skin almost peeled off.

Zhao Chuchu realized that after talking about getting a child, Xie Heng seemed to be behaving really awkwardly.

He would answer when she talked to him, but his tone sounded exceptionally cold.

But why?

Does this young man really want children that desperately?

He was only 15, and he was still in the prime of his teenage years. So why does he want to be a father?

Zhao Chuchu didn’t really understand ancient people’s thinking. From her perspective, he was still a child at 15 years old!

Even Xie Jun realized that Xie Heng’s mood wasn’t quite right.

He asked Zhao Chuchu softly, “Sis, I think my brother is angry. Do you know why?”

...

Zhao Chuchu thought, how would she know?

“This is the first time that I’ve seen my brother so angry. Sis, what do we do? Can you calm him down?”

Zhao Chuchu replied, “…I don’t know how.”

“Please, Sis,” Xie Jun put his palms together and said. “I don’t want my brother to be angry.”

Zhao Chuchu sighed.

She probably owed something to these brothers in her previous life.

“I’ll try.”

“Thank you, Sis.”

Xie Jun ran back to the room instead of third wheeling in the courtyard. He didn’t want to be a hindrance to Zhao Chuchu.

Zhao Chuchu pondered for quite a while. In her previous life, when a teenager got angry, giving him the newest electronic product was a surefire way to improve his mood.

But Xie Heng…

...

Zhao Chuchu felt that it probably wouldn’t work.

She thought about it for a while, then took out a chocolate bar and walked over.

“Here, sweets.” Zhao Chuchu reached out and opened her palm in front of him. “I shouldn’t have said those nonsense things. Da Lang, can you please not be angry?”

Xie Heng didn’t know what to say for a moment.

“I’m not a kid.”

“Life is too bitter. Even adults need a bit of sweetness. Quick, I didn’t leave a portion for Junjun. You keep this.”

Zhao Chuchu stuffed the chocolate into Xie Heng’s hand forcefully.

Xie Heng took it silently.

He had never seen a sweet with such delicate wrapping.

However, Xie Heng’s mood improved when he thought about this being the only one.

Zhao Chuchu unwrapped one of them, then said, “Open your mouth.”

Xie Heng felt the tip of his ears turning a little hot. He opened his mouth and bit on the black candy.

It tasted slightly bitter, but the texture was exceptionally fine and smooth. Its rich sweetness and aroma quickly spread out in his mouth.

Xie Heng had never tasted something so sweet before.

“What sweet is this?” He raised his eyes to look at Zhao Chuchu.

“Where I came from, we call it chocolate. Is it good?”

“Mhm.” Xie Heng nodded.

The candies in the Wei Dynasty weren’t nearly as sweet, and they were all quite rough. The one that Zhao Chuchu gave him was completely different.

“You ate my candy, so you can’t be angry anymore,” Zhao Chuchu said seriously.

Xie Heng denied, “I wasn’t angry.”

“Even Junjun could tell that you were angry, though he doesn’t know why you were angry. However, if you don’t like what I said just now, I’ll apologize and never repeat it.”

If there’s an issue, they should talk about it. Otherwise, it will cause internal damage if it’s kept inside.

Many conflicts accumulate and worsen because of a lack of communication.

Xie Heng went silent for a while, then said, “I wasn’t angry. I just felt that discussing the issue of having kids with you would offend you.”

Zhao Chuchu raised her eyebrows and said, “I’m a doctor. I even assisted women in delivery before. So why would I be offended?”

“It’s still not good to talk to a girl about these things. My upbringing doesn’t allow me to do that.” Xie Heng found an excuse for himself.

Zhao Chuchu was speechless. She decided to change the topic. “Are you done washing the pig head? Can we start making the brine?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll start the fire.”

She had to break the awkward atmosphere somehow. So Zhao Chuchu decided to look for chores herself.

Xie Jun’s little head reached out from behind the door. When he saw that her brother and sister-in-law started talking again, he finally felt relaxed. He said, “I hope that Brother and Sis can remain together forever!”

That way, he would have a sister-in-law who loves and cares for him.

When Zhao Chuchu heard him, she didn’t know what to say.

Children are so naive.

For a man and a woman to be together forever, getting married isn’t enough.

Zhao Chuchu told Xie Heng how to make braised meat, and Xie Heng made it.

The aroma started to spread in Lengshui village.

Zhao Chuchu looked at the pot of braised pork head and gulped. “Da Lang, I think even if you are not a scholar, you can still be successful by being a businessman.”

Xie Heng said impassively, “Money isn’t as good as power.”