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    Arriving home Mako went into the kitchen, she had bought a large bone that would take time to cook through.

    Wash the meat bones, chop the onion, ginger and garlic, and mix the seasonings and put them in the pot.

    He had been busy for a while, but he didn’t see any movement outside. Mu Xiao glanced towards the outside of the kitchen, where Tang Jia Chong had finished his call on the balcony and was collecting his cell phone to return to the living room.

    Without seeing her or glancing toward the kitchen, he twisted around and sat down in front of his desk, opening his laptop.

    Mu Xiao walked over and frowned, “Didn’t you say you weren’t busy at night? Why do you still have to work overtime.”

    “Not a very urgent job, why?” Tang Jia Chong looked up at her.

    “Then come in and help with the dishes.” With that, Mako turned and headed for the kitchen.

    A dog man, who takes her food and clothes and treats her like a nanny after taking a 2 million dollar dowry?

    She’s not doing it. He’s not her son.

    It’s her son, and she’s moving out and not serving.

    It’s only 2 million dollars. Give it back to him.

    …… 200 million ah, can not pay back!

    Tang Jia Chong seemed to have realized something, and was busy closing the laptop and getting up to follow him into the kitchen.

    “Wash these dishes, and those few that don’t need to be washed unpacked and plated and brought to the table.” Mu Xiao ordered.

    Not a good tone for the $2 million that had to be committed.

    “I just forgot.” Tang Jia Chong whispered.

    He was so used to being waited on that he wouldn’t think of going to the kitchen easily by sheer inertia.

    It’s a small home for a husband and wife, and he, as a husband, is supposed to come in and help out together.

    “Forgot something?” Mako asked knowingly.

    “Help prepare the fondue.”

    “Are you forgetting? I’ve noticed that you don’t have that sense at all. I used to hear those married female coworkers say that men are an odd species with no self-care skills, they can’t cook, they can’t wash clothes. Fruit in the fridge, as long as it’s not on the table, he doesn’t know to take it out and eat it, proper trash.”

    “I finally understand the meaning of this sentence in you. You say you’re not a rich family with ten or eight maids waiting on you, how come you have so many stinking problems, you can’t even use a washing machine, and you have to study the words on the buttons there for half a day.”

    Mu Xiao piled up a belly full of fire, this time all took the opportunity to vent out.

    She should be angry that her own husband is having an affair with an ex-girlfriend.

    There’s some viciousness in what’s being said.

    Vicious is as vicious as it gets, who let him not know his place in the first place.

    Tang Jia Chong was stunned, not just didn’t come over to help in the kitchen in the first place, why did the conflict suddenly rise.

    He tried to say something, but where had he ever been in this situation before, and wouldn’t argue at all.

    And good men don’t fight women.

    He wasn’t going to get on her bad side over such trivialities.

    Women are so fickle. They call him Brain Gong in front of them, but then they criticize him for nothing.

    Not knowing how to do laundry is a huge mistake.

    In their Tang Jia mansion, there were eight servants, one butler, one chauffeur, two in the kitchen, three in the sprinkler, and one more to care for the garden.

    And that’s not even counting the houses that are spread out all over the place where their family doesn’t have a permanent residence, which are usually cleaned and maintained by servants on a regular basis.

    He would have been the young master, and would have been served by seven or eight servants.

    “Tang Jia Chong, pass me the knife.” Mako said.

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