My Wife is Actually a top-tier Soldier King?!
Chapter 372 - 372 372 This is a Real Man!

372: Chapter 372: This is a Real Man!

372: Chapter 372: This is a Real Man!

“I…”

Tang Xiao was instantly embarrassed.

“You…

let me go!”

“I’m hungry, I just wanted to grab the lighter to cook eggs.

The gas stove’s battery is dead; it won’t light up!”

As she spoke, Tang Xiao pushed Wu Jie with all her might, desperately inching backward.

“Is that really the case?” Wu Jie asked with a smile.

Tang Xiao cursed, “Nonsense!

What else do you think I would do?

Did I take the wrong medicine and come to steal your wallet in the middle of the night?”

Reluctantly getting up, Wu Jie took out his lighter, furrowed his brow, and asked:

“You want to eat boiled eggs?”

“Yeah!

I’m so hungry, and there’s nothing to eat at home.”

Tang Xiao sat up, reaching out to grab the lighter.

“You little fool!

If you’re hungry, just wake me up.

You are my woman, taking care of you is my responsibility!”

Wu Jie pouted and quickly got out of bed.

As for Tang Xiao…

Little fool???

My goodness!

Why does this nickname make one’s skin crawl when heard?

And it even caused her to suddenly feel her face flush and heart race, surprisingly without retorting or scolding back.

It was as if she were suddenly not hungry anymore, only wanting to quickly escape, out of Wu Jie’s line of sight.

At that moment.

Tang Xiao dared not look Wu Jie in the eye, nor did she speak out in anger.

She immediately turned around and fled the room, disheartened.

Coming out of the room, Tang Xiao firmly decided to secretly start exercising from the next day, determined to return to her peak condition as soon as possible.

By then, if Wu Jie dared to take advantage of her again, she would teach him a lesson in minutes.

Wu Jie followed her out of the room, watching Tang Xiao bite her lip and give him a cold look.

She was an unparalleled beauty, yet she had an angry and annoyed expression.

Watching her was amusing; he didn’t feel intimidated at all.

Instead, he found her even more playful and cute.

Arriving at the dining room.

Wu Jie pointed to a chair with a smile, “Dear, you sit for a bit, don’t rush, I’ll be quick!”

He took out the lighter and immediately entered the kitchen.

Washing the pan, lighting the stove, he put a frying pan and a saucepan on the burners.

He boiled water, heated oil in the pan.

He washed and chopped tomatoes, fried eggs, quickly making noodles.

Tang Xiao sat in the dining room, full of frustration.

“Damn it!

What did he just call me?

Dear!

My goodness!”

“What the hell is wrong with me?

This bastard is getting bolder by the minute!”

“But why don’t I feel like getting angry at all?”

“Could it be that after being bullied so many times, I’ve gotten used to it?”

“No way!

Have I become a masochist?

It must be because I’m no match for him, that’s why I don’t blow up!”

Lost in her thoughts, Tang Xiao suddenly smelled a delicious fragrance.

It smells so good!

Damn it!

Now I’m even hungrier!

She touched her empty belly, and felt the pangs of hunger, feeling lightheaded.

Wu Jie!

You scoundrel!

Bastard!

Always bullying others, yet you have such great cooking skills.

You make me both hate you to the bone and hungry enough to want to eat.

Between pride and hunger…

Tang Xiao stood up decisively and went to the kitchen doorway, wanting to ask how much longer, truly too hungry to wait.

But then…

She was instantly stunned.

The saucepan was boiling with tomato and egg noodles; the rice cooker was nearly done cooking rice.

Wu Jie was rapidly chopping vegetables and meat, as if worried that one bowl of noodles wouldn’t be enough for Tang Xiao.

They say a man who’s focused and serious is the handsomest!

These days, too many men are effeminate, even prettier than women.

Like He Yaoxi, those fresh-faced pretty boys, greasy hair, and faces full of collagen.

Slim and tall, with delicate, tender skin.

Heavy makeup, eyeliner, eyeshadow, ear piercings.

Subtle pink lipstick, cherry red lips, hair dyed in all sorts of colors, every move filled with a gentle charm.

Many women seem to like these fair-skinned, slender men – petite, cute, shy, with an extra delicate touch in their grooming and makeup.

So, these pretty boys are particularly popular, leading to a situation where they are the hot demand in today’s film and entertainment industry, while veteran actors are ignored.

And Wu Jie?

No delicate, tender skin – rather, he’s dark and wheat-colored.

No greasy hair and made-up face, but a fragrance that hits you.

What he has is hair a bit disheveled and stubble sprouting from working overtime for several days in a row.

Not slim and weak.

But strong and vigorous, full of life.

Those pampered pretty boys and effeminate men, how could they bear to get up in the middle of the night to cook?

Staying up ruins their skin, cooking fumes damage their complexion, and if oil from frying food splashes on them, they’d probably scream in pain.

But Wu Jie, bent over chopping vegetables, flipping the wok with skilled hands, movements unhurried, where’s the air of a billionaire?

When frying food, he shakes the cigarette pack and a cigarette shoots out.

A slight toss of his head and he’s caught it precisely in his mouth, lighting it with one hand.

With a cigarette slanting from his lips, tendrils of blue smoke rising, it didn’t affect his ability to stir-fry at all.

Tang Xiao just felt that his movements were super cool!

Forget those damned pretty boys and effeminate men!

This is what real men are, true manliness!

Gurgle, gurgle…

The lid of the pot clattered, the noodles were ready.

Wu Jie turned off the burner, grabbed a bowl, poured the noodles, and added the seasoning.

As he turned around with the bowl, Tang Xiao saw Wu Jie’s rough, not delicate face, handsome and manly, the corners of his mouth smiling and uplifted.

The cigarette in his mouth, emitting whorls of blue smoke, set off against that happy, genuine smile.

Simple, yet authentic!

No pretense, no falseness or exaggeration.

Wu Jie’s joy, carved into his smile, somewhat stunned Tang Xiao.

“What are you looking at?

Aren’t you hungry?

Eat your noodles first!”

Wu Jie’s chiding voice pulled Tang Xiao back from her thoughts.

“Oh… okay, sure!”

Turning back to the dining room to sit down, just as Tang Xiao settled in her seat, Wu Jie came over with a delicious-smelling bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

“Eat up first to fill your stomach, I’ll stir-fry a couple more dishes for you!”

With that, Wu Jie was about to turn and leave.

“Hey!” Tang Xiao suddenly spoke up, “I think I’ll be full after this bowl of noodles, no need to go through the trouble.”

“No worries!

Don’t I know your appetite?

Just wait, I’ll be quick!”

Wu Jie turned and strode back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Tang Xiao withdrew her gaze, looking at the piping hot noodles in front of her.

From childhood until now, no man had ever taken care of her with such meticulous and thoughtful attention as Wu Jie did.

Her father’s indulgence was more about work and material things, while in daily life, it was more about teaching Tang Xiao to be independent and strong.

Looking at this bowl of noodles, hearing the noise from the kitchen, recalling the busy figure of Wu Jie in the kitchen…

Capable and wealthy, yet instead of indulging in luxury, he’s so tenderly caring, paying close attention.

For some reason.

Suddenly, her eyes grew warm, her nose tingled, and she wanted to cry.

“Damn it!

Why is this bastard so nice to me?”

“What if we divorce someday?

Who will get up in the middle of the night to cook for me then?”

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