My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 9: Let's pretend to be cute for now!

The grilled fish sizzled in the pan, filling the air with its aroma. A line of eye-catching "GG" was printed on the rim of the pan.

May we stay together forever, like fish.

The waiter put down the grilled fish, bent down to take out rice and a bottle of liquor from the cart, and squatted down to look for cutlery and an apron.

"To stay with you for a lifetime." Xia Li read each word carefully: "It's a misspelling. It should be 'with,' not 'fish.'"

She seemed to have discovered something to be proud of.

As a country bumpkin from another world, her ability to spot blind spots is no less than Watson's.

This is what Song Che felt inside.

Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier!

I just realized I made a mistake.

He suppressed a laugh and explained, "[Yu] and [Yu] are homophones. It's a little trick used by businesses when naming their products. The goal is to catch the customer's eye. So, it means [Yu] and you will be together forever. No problem."

for example,

It's like a warrior whose back is itchy, but he can't turn over.

"Why can't warriors turn the tide?" Xia Li paused for two seconds, then suddenly realized, "...Because they can never turn the tide."

Warriors...forever...

Her lips curled up slightly, but quickly returned to their normal shape.

She murmured, her beautiful peach-colored lips slightly parted.

"So [fish] I will stay with you for life, that is, I will stay with you for life."

"With you..."

boom!

The impact drew their attention.

The waiter crawled out of the trolley, rubbing his head, and carrying cutlery and an apron. "Oh, I'm sorry, please continue. The floor was slippery, and I slipped."

He chuckled awkwardly, put down his things, pushed the cart away, and glanced at Song Che's obviously ill-fitting white socks with lace trim. Then he looked at Xia Li, feeling a strange shock in his heart.

Being a student counselor isn't exciting for me.

He was certain he was a civilized person, but today… he broke his rule.

Brothers, I'm going to the 38th floor to elbow the cement on the first floor.

Song Che put on his apron and unpacked the cutlery, but Xia Li held the bowl and chopsticks without moving. She stared at the delicious grilled fish in front of her, leaned forward, and swallowed.

After a moment, she picked up her chopsticks and, as if holding a dagger or a magic wand, tried to pick at the fish.

The chopsticks seemed clumsy and unruly in her hands, the fish meat slipping off the tips, and her little face became even rosier.

At the dinner table, she tried again, this time picking with her chopsticks even harder.

Under the dining table, Xia Li's delicate toes were also working hard, and a drop of sweat dripped onto the ground.

Snapped!

The fish meat slipped off, and the duck that was about to be eaten flew away.

There's a kind of discomfort that's unbearable to look at.

Xia Licong gripped the chopsticks tightly and changed her strategy, spearing the fish like she was using a fork.

The fish meat was pierced by chopsticks and was too strong to pick up. Seeing that His Highness was about to get angry again, the big block of ice became like a volcano.

Song Che rubbed his temples.

He forgot that this prince only uses a knife and fork to eat... he has never used chopsticks.

While Xia Li was still struggling with her chopsticks, a few drops of hot soup splashed from the falling fish, landing squarely on Song Che's hand.

Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was aimed at Liu Bang, and Xia Li's fish-eating was aimed at Song Che.

She wanted to scald Song Che to death so she could inherit his two-bedroom apartment.

Song Che wiped away the oil stains, glanced at the fish in the pot, and felt that it was as if it had a soul. At this moment, it was probably regretting being made into a grilled fish. If it could be done again, it would rather give the fish body to the fisherman in the Air Force to comfort his soul.

"Stop it! Fish... that's not how you eat it."

Song Che held up the chopsticks in his hand and demonstrated: "Watch carefully, use your thumb, index finger and the web of your hand to hold the chopsticks in place, and pass the chopsticks through your index and middle fingers. When picking up food, use your thumb and index finger to apply force."

Song Che picked up a piece of fish and placed it in Xia Li's bowl.

Xia Li didn't quite understand, but she learned to hold the chopsticks, put them down, and pick up a piece of fish.

*Snap!* Failure.

The fish meat slipped back into the pot, Xia Li's lips pressed into a straight line, and the tips of her ears turned even redder under her silver hair.

This thing... is so hard to use. Besides hitting people, can a wooden stick really be used for eating?

She clumsily tried to pick up fish with her chopsticks again, like a child trying to grab a plush toy from a claw machine, failing to catch a single one.

She carefully and slowly picked up a piece of fish, her chopsticks pausing and stabilizing in the air, and then... she stretched out her arm, trying to put the fish into Song Che's bowl across from her.

Unfortunately, her arms were a bit short, and she couldn't reach them.

She remained in this somewhat comical stretched-out pose, her small face slightly tense, and a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.

I want to laugh, I really want to scream!

Song Che handed over the bowl and accepted the fish that Xia Li kindly put on his plate.

Snapped!

The fish touched the rim of the bowl, collided, and fell to the ground. Xia Li was stunned for a moment, then immediately bent down to pick it up.

Bending over pulled on her calf again.

Xia Li winced in pain, but still picked up the fish and put it in her bowl.

"Don't eat it if it falls on the ground. When you pick it up with chopsticks, feel the force. When there is solid food in the chopsticks, you can pick it up. If you use too much force, you will squeeze the food out. If you use too little force, you will not be able to pick it up at all."

Xia Li responded sullenly and picked up her chopsticks again. This time she was smarter; she used one hand to hold the meat and the other hand to support it from below.

The tender fish meat swayed between the chopsticks, but it was already completely held in place.

She stood up, bent down and placed the fish in Song Che's bowl, then sat back down. Her face was no longer sullen; as if she had repaid a favor, she proudly tilted her head slightly.

Seeing that she had finally mastered the basic operations, Song Che began to eat.

He scooped up a spoonful of soup and poured it over the rice, then popped open the bottle opener with a "pop".

"Try this, it's soda, it's really refreshing." He poured Xia Li a glass as well.

"Um."

Xia Li didn't know what "soda" was, nor did she know what Song Che was doing, but she knew that she just needed to obediently nod and not cause Song Che any trouble.

This old acquaintance... is actually a pretty nice person.

Xia Li picked up the cup, took a sip of the soda, and the bubbles burst in her mouth. She immediately closed her mouth tightly, holding the soda in her mouth and not daring to move. But she didn't dare to swallow, afraid that the little fish-like bubbles would jump around in her stomach.

She was forced to pout and tilt her head to look at Song Che.

Xia Li: (๑ŏ﹏ŏ๑)

What do you want?

Song Che had just taken a bite of fish when he saw Xia Li acting cute. When did she realize she was cute?

Your Highness, this will ruin your image!

Xia Li: "Waaaaah... Mmm... Glug glug... Glug glug..."

What kind of nonsense are you spouting?

Xia Li frowned anxiously, pointing her finger at her mouth and babbling incessantly.

You better swallow the water first.

Song Che swallowed his rice, picked up a piece of fish, and said, "Swallow your water before you speak, I can't hear what you're saying."

Xia Li tried to do as she was told, but she took a little too much in one sip, and due to nervousness, she couldn't control herself.

slam-la-

The breeze cannot read, so why bother turning the pages of a book?

Soda itself is harmless, so why spray it on people?

Song Che got wet.

Xia Li's mouth opened slightly, her small hands froze in mid-air, and her eyes cautiously glanced at Song Che.

...I'll probably be looked down upon.

At this moment, Song Che wiped the soda off his face, his gaze sweeping over the scene, his expression revealing neither anger nor disgust.

He pulled out a few tissues from the table and handed them to Xia Li, "Don't you like the taste?"

Xia Li nodded first, hesitated for a moment, and then gently shook her head.

"Alright, don't force yourself. Wipe your mouth and eat the fish." Song Che didn't blame her, because he had also spat it out the first time he drank it. He picked up the teapot and poured Xia Li a cup of hot tea. "If you don't like it, drink some tea. The tea is a bit hot, let it cool down before you drink it."

Xia Li slowly relaxed her frozen little hands, feeling like an idiot who couldn't even understand how to drink water and had no effect whatsoever.

She knew in her heart that money was needed for both medical treatment and food. Right now, she was the one spending money unilaterally. Xia Li felt depressed and always felt that she owed Song Che a lot. This money was not Song Che's money, but his parents' money.

She was young and selfish back then, and used magic to steal a lot of Song Che's gold coins. Now she continues to spend his money. Moreover, she has lost her magic and can no longer provide protection for Song Che as before.

Although the hundred-year-old witch is not yet an adult, her mind is not much different from that of a human child.

But she is no longer the witch princess she once was. She has matured and knows that she cannot let others keep giving.

But the only thing she can do now is—

"...I'm washing the dishes tomorrow too."

Xia Li put down the tissue and suddenly said, "This is the last bit of stubbornness a witch princess can show."

One sentence almost choked Song Che to death; he never imagined that Xia Li would be so persistent about this matter.