She had no right to eat the food he made.
Just as she was about to say she wouldn’t eat, she saw Lu Hualiang turn around.
And place the perfectly fried steak onto the plate in front of her.
The aroma was overwhelming, a feast for the senses.
It lured out all the little gluttons in Her Majesty the Empress’s belly!
Oh, how delicious it smelled, how hungry she felt.
In the face of such tempting food, her already feeble willpower became even flimsier to the point she despised herself!
Licking her upper lip and then swallowing, maybe just one bite?
Just one, to fill her stomach would be enough.
After all, it’d been a whole day and a night since she last ate; longing for food was normal, right?
It definitely wasn’t because she was greedy!
Seeing her covetous expression, Lu Hualiang flicked her forehead with a curling finger, his face full of indulgence.
"Just wait a bit longer, you can eat soon," he said.
Turning with a smile, he went to fry another piece.
He seemed to have never had Western food with her before.
Tonight was perfect for a romantic dinner together.
There seemed to be a bottle of red wine in the fridge.
Wine with steak, accompanied by some soothing, pleasant music—such romance just thinking about it.
With these thoughts, he felt extra enthusiastic about cooking the steaks.
Finally, after cooking another piece and turning around, he discovered...
Where was his steak!!!
He had clearly just finished cooking one, where had it gone?
Looking up, he saw Xia Weibao wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin, very elegantly.
Her face emanated satisfaction.
"Wife, did it taste good?" he asked.
"Not bad, it’s just that the beef isn’t fully cooked. I wonder if I’ll get a stomachache," she replied.
A twitch ran through the corner of Lu Hualiang’s eye, and suddenly he didn’t feel like talking.
Who would cook a steak well-done?
Moreover, he had been planning for a romantic dinner!
She had gobble it up so quickly; couldn’t she have a shred of romance in her?
Realizing that she was indeed very hungry, quickly eating the steak was normal; he’d just cook another one then.
However, as soon as he placed the steak onto the plate, Xia Weibao was already there with her fork, gleaming eyes waiting impatiently.
She speared the steak firmly, joyously took a bite, and expressed contentment.
How do you deal with a wife who doesn’t get romantic gestures? Asking online, it’s urgent.
After frying five steaks in a row, all of them devoured by her.
Director Lu felt exhausted at heart.
After eating the fifth steak, Xia Weibao seemed to notice that Lu Hualiang’s expression had turned a bit gloomy.
She timidly asked, "Director Lu, are you hungry too?"
"No, I’m full," he answered.
"Oh, I’m still not full," she said.
Right after she spoke, she saw that Lu Hualiang’s face darkened even further.
Xia Weibao felt somewhat guilty.
All this time he’d been frying steak, while she just sat there eating—seemed a bit excessive.
So she tentatively offered, "Director Lu, how about I fry it myself? I can cook too."
Recalling the incident at Lu Garden, where she managed to blow up the kitchen and send herself to the hospital, Lu Hualiang silently turned around and kept frying.
Finally, after the sixth steak, Her Majesty the Empress touched her belly, completely satisfied.
"I’m not hungry anymore, Director Lu. Is this noodle meant to be boiled?" she inquired.
She blinked her big eyes, pointing at the pasta beside her.
"It’s for making Italian pasta," he replied.
Steak, Italian pasta, red wine, music, and a couple of roses—how romantic.
But now, all the mood was gone, and he no longer felt like making pasta!
"What’s Italian pasta? Is it tasty?" Her Majesty the Empress asked cautiously.
Those eyes, that pleading look...
Lu Hualiang grabbed the pasta and turned around, off to make Italian pasta.
After eating a big portion of pasta, Xia Weibao finally got off the bar stool and rested in the living room.