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Zhao Jie faintly smiled. He calmly asked, “Is your husband good-looking?”
Wei Luo shamelessly boasted, “Almost as attractive as me.”
Zhao Jie snickered and leaned over to bite her small lips. Those small, red lips were plump and soft. When she opened and closed them, they constantly tempted him. He had wanted to taste them since the beginning of this conversation.
Jin Lu and Bai Lan hurriedly turned around and put Wei Luo’s clothing and shoes into a red sandalwood wardrobe that was carved with a spiraling stem and leaf pattern. With their heads lowered, they pretended that they couldn’t hear the sounds of Zhao Jie and Wei Luo kissing.
At first, Wei Luo had used her hand to cover Zhao Jie’s mouth so that he couldn’t kiss her. But, he had firmly grabbed both of her hands. As soon as her hand loosened away from his mouth, he immediately rushed in. After Zhao Jie finally let go of her hands, his thumb stroked her lips. “What did you eat? Your mouth is so sweet.”
Wei Luo truthfully said, “When you went to the study, I ate a few pieces of sweet osmanthus and lotus root cake.”
No wonder her mouth had tasted like osmanthus. Zhao Jie smiled, then he said, “Next time, eat snow fungus in milky egg soup. That tastes pretty good when kissing.”
Wei Luo cast a rebuking glance towards him. She wasn’t going to fulfill his ridiculously request. She ate food for her own enjoyment, it wasn’t for him to enjoy when he kissed her!
Wei Luo said, “Then, next time I’ll eat Chinese celery dumplings.”
(T/N: Below are pictures of Chinese celery dumplings.)
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The two of them had lived together for such a long time. Wei Luo already had a thorough understanding of the food that Zhao Jie liked. He didn’t like spicy sweet food. He liked to eat fish, but he only ate the small, tender piece of flesh on a fish’s cheeks. He was an uppercase, bolded letters, super picky eater.
In addition, there was also a vegetable that Zhao Jie refused to eat. Chinese celery. He felt that Chinese celery had a strange taste. After Wei Luo had married into Prince Jing’s residence, she didn’t see the shadow of Chinese celery for several months.
There was one time when she wanted to eat Chinese celery prawn dumplings and Zhao Jie had deeply looked at her before ordering the kitchen to make them.
Afterwards, Wei Luo realized that Zhao Jie didn’t like to eat Chinese celery.
Zhao Jie didn’t react to her teasing. He picked her up and pinched her waist and said, “Go change your clothes. We’ll be going out soon.”
Wei Luo skeptically looked at him. She wasn’t quite sure if his words were true or not. He clearly had a reaction in that spot. Did he really still want to go out? Wei Luo climbed down from his body and lied down on a nearby, large pillow. She turned her head, so that her large, bright, black eyes were facing him. “I don’t want to go out. There’s nothing interesting outside. Every year, it’s guessing riddles and releasing lanterns in water. I’m already bored of it.”
