Shi Che’s eyes quickly darkened.
His wife knew all his preferences, took care of all his preferences, and naturally, that was a good thing.
However... when these actions became deliberate attempts to please, what they brought to a person was nothing but powerless despair.
Back then, Ling Chuxia indeed made him breakfast every morning, but at that time, her breakfasts were much more casual, wildly creative, making whatever she felt like.
If he didn’t like it and showed disdain, she wouldn’t dare to openly complain, but in private, she would fiercely criticize him, saying he was so hard to serve, no wonder he had to find a child bride from a young age; otherwise, no girl would marry him.
She clearly couldn’t stand being wronged, yet now, after he had let her suffer so many grievances, she no longer wished to complain about him.
Shi Che immediately lost all appetite. The bit of anticipation in his heart vanished like smoke; he didn’t pull out the chair to sit down, instead, he turned and walked towards the exit.
Ling Chuxia followed him, and seeing Shi Che suddenly turn and leave, her steps faltered, and she instinctively asked, "Young Master... what’s wrong?"
Shi Che didn’t respond to her; he just strode forward with long steps, passing by her towards the front door.
Ling Chuxia stood there stunned, a surge of confusion filled her eyes—why would Shi Che leave just like that without any apparent reason?
Could it be because she took longer than thirty minutes?
No, that couldn’t be right; if it was because she was late, Shi Che would have left earlier, so why wait until now?
Ling Chuxia thought about it; Shi Che had walked to the Dining Hall and then suddenly turned to leave. Could it be... that he didn’t like the breakfast she made? But, weren’t these all his favorite breakfast foods? That made no sense!
Ling Chuxia looked up at Shi Che’s retreating figure, bit her lower lip lightly, made up her mind, and finally took a step, following after him.
Her goal was to ease the strain between her and Shi Che. She couldn’t just let Shi Che leave in anger every time without figuring out why he was upset.
She quickly caught up to him, not daring to block Shi Che’s path, she just closely followed him, tentatively saying, "Young Master, why aren’t you eating? Is it possible... do these not suit your taste?"
Shi Che acted as if he hadn’t heard anything, continuing to walk on his own.
Ling Chuxia grew anxious and, without thinking, stretched out her hand and grabbed Shi Che’s arm. Shi Che’s footsteps halted, and his dark eyes shot straight at her.
His gaze was deep and piercing. Ling Chuxia’s heart shook violently from such a look, and reflexively, she let go of Shi Che’s hand.
Shi Che looked at her steady, the light in his eyes unfathomable, and as he stared, Ling Chuxia’s scalp tingled slightly. Startled, her voice trembled, "I... I mean, if... if these aren’t to your taste, I can change them. Whatever you want to eat, I can make it. Don’t... Don’t go hungry..."
However, before Ling Chuxia could finish speaking, Shi Che interrupted her.