Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life

Chapter 1067 - 1056: The Unkind Stepmother

Is it really that good?

Fang Bingwen skeptically picked up a piece of potato with his chopsticks, then put it in his mouth with curiosity and looked at Ye Qiu in surprise. It’s actually really good!

"How about it? My efforts during this time haven’t been in vain, right!" Ye Qiu looked at him, seeking praise.

Fang Bingwen felt conflicted: "When did you start learning this?"

"Just a week ago!"

"Where did you learn?"

"Mrs. Liu taught me, but she said I have a talent; even better than her cooking."

That wasn’t wrong, at least Fang Bingwen thought these were the best potatoes he had ever tasted.

His current mood was complex. He always knew Ye Qiu loved him, even to endure this small house for him, give up dignity to chase after him, accept pleasing Xiao Xu, and settle for a simple wedding. Now, to please him, she personally learned to cook. Does she really love him that much?

At this moment, he felt guilty towards Ye Qiu, because he had never said a good word about her outside, and even Xiao Xu not accepting her was a result he simply accepted. The main point was, he didn’t marry her out of love, but to spite his ex-wife.

Does he really deserve her doing so much for him?

But alongside the guilt, Fang Bingwen felt a secret pride. If he wasn’t good enough, why would Ye Qiu love him so much?

"Sister-in-law, I’m really convinced today. With your skills, if you took them outside, what business would those so-called famous chefs have?" Fu Lei said, holding his stomach, truly full today.

"Not that exaggerated, I’ve only been learning for a week, and can only cook these four dishes." Ye Qiu said shyly.

"Oh, that’s humility. Just one week, and you can make such delicious dishes. Give you a year, wouldn’t you be able to prepare a full Manchu Han imperial feast?" Wei Tonghui, feeling a bit tipsy, turned to Fang Bingwen, "Bingwen, I truly admire and envy you. You say, after Xiao Xu’s mom ran off, you found such a good Ye Qiu. You say this..."

"Ahem..." Fu Lei coughed, suppressing a laugh inside.

Seeing Fang Bingwen’s dark expression, Wei Tonghui quickly slapped his own mouth: "Sorry, sorry, got carried away for a moment. I’ve eaten and need to leave for some matters at the department. Sister-in-law, thank you for the hospitality today."

"No problem." Ye Qiu stood up to see them off, "Come again when you have time, I’ll learn a few new dishes to cook for you all."

"That’d be great, I’m glad I became brothers with Bingwen back then, otherwise where would I have today’s blessing?" Fu Lei smiled ingratiatingly, "Bingwen, you must cherish such a good sister-in-law. If you hurt her heart, where else could you find someone so good?"

"Without drinking wine, you’re already speaking drunk words. Wouldn’t I treat my own wife well? Go home!" Fang Bingwen smiled warmly, but his eyes were cold.

He couldn’t tell if Fu Lei and Wei Tonghui were intentionally or unintentionally trying to stir trouble between him and Ye Qiu.

"Don’t invite them again next time." Closing the door, Fang Bingwen said to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu looked at him puzzled, "Why not, aren’t they your colleagues?"

Fang Bingwen paused before saying, "Because I don’t want you to get too tired."

"It’s fine." Ye Qiu waved her hand with a smile, "I’ve just found cooking so interesting, not tiring at all. I’ll learn a few more dishes and invite more of your colleagues over next time."

"But..."

"I know you care for me." Ye Qiu smiled sweetly, "But it’s really no problem. I also want you to have smooth relationships with colleagues. There’s nothing else I can do to help, but I can still cook a meal or two, let’s settle on that. I haven’t really met your colleagues; let me get to know them."

With her saying this, what could Fang Bingwen say? He had to agree: "Alright, but please don’t tire yourself out."

"Mm-hmm, hubby, you’re so good!"

Facing her dependency and caring, Fang Bingwen felt awkward, not daring to look into Ye Qiu’s bright eyes, and said insincerely: "You’re my wife; if not you, then who would I treat well?"

"So my dishes should treat you better than others, right? By the way, how’s Xiao Xu doing in tutorial classes? Is he keeping up with the progress?" Ye Qiu asked, like any regular wife would inquire about Fang Xu’s condition.

"Him? He said it’s going well."

"That’s good. I was worried about overloading him with courses. Oh, the piano teacher contacted me, saying to start with two lessons a week, on Thursday and Saturday evenings. Since we don’t have a piano, he’ll need to go to the teacher’s home."

"Thank you for your effort." Fang Bingwen knew about the piano teacher’s reputation and offered genuine gratitude this time.

"Not hard at all. After all, you’re my husband and Xiao Xu is your son. I wonder when we can have a child of our own. Do you prefer a son or a daughter?" Ye Qiu asked with a smile.

Feeling guilty, Fang Bingwen didn’t dare look at her, vaguely replying: "It depends on fate; both sons and daughters are good."

"But I still hope it’s a daughter. With Xiao Xu as our son, having a little sister would make our family perfect." Ye Qiu nestled against him.

Fang Bingwen responded perfunctorily: "Mm."

Because at this moment, he didn’t dare face Ye Qiu and missed her mocking expression. Have a child? He needs to let her conceive first!

After doing so much for him, and he still keeps things from her. Don’t blame her for being unkind.

"Hey, where are you guys coming from? You look so well-fed." Fu Lei and Wei Tonghui were too full and decided to walk it off at school, eventually reaching the office building, where they met two female colleagues about to leave.

"Oh, just came from Bingwen’s place."

Two female colleagues curiously asked, "What were you doing at his place?"

"Eating of course. You two don’t know how good Bingwen’s wife’s cooking is; we’re stuffed."

"Really? Wasn’t it said that his wife is a daughter of a prominent family and doesn’t cook?"

"We saw his wife’s cooking with our own eyes; how could it be false? Bingwen is at fault; his wife treats him so well, and when people talk about her, he never defends her."

"Wow, just a meal and you’re won over?" the female colleague joked.

Fu Lei glanced around and whispered mysteriously, "Don’t be skeptical. Ye Qiu not only treats Bingwen well, but also speaks in a pleasing way to Bingwen’s son. Enrolled him in many international classes, hired teachers like calligraphy masters or award-winning piano maestros, and even in speaking, she’s always so careful."