Chapter 210: Chapter 210 An Nan Loses His Temper
He now doesn’t dare let this little woman stay in the kitchen; her destructive power is simply too strong, even more powerful than an atomic bomb. He fears if she stays to wash the dishes, there won’t be a single bowl left to eat from tomorrow.
An Nan, kicked out of the kitchen, had just walked into the living room when she met her son’s amused gaze. He even gave her a thumbs up: "An Nan, you’re super incredible. Your destructive power is unmatched."
An Nan glared back in anger and embarrassment: "Shut up, you gleeful bastard."
"Hehe."
He had foreseen this outcome a long time ago, but for fun, he didn’t say it out loud. This is the lesson he’s learned over the years.
Having driven out the little woman, Lin Mubai stood in the kitchen, looking at the mess all over the place, filled with a deep sense of helplessness. Afterward, he skillfully rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning the trash off the floor. After that, he washed the remaining dishes and utensils in the sink and conveniently put them back in their original spots.
During the entire cleaning process, many thoughts crossed his mind, and what he thought about most was the future of household chores. He had a strong premonition that in the future, he would not only have to earn money outside to support the family but also take care of all the household chores, or else that little woman and their future child would starve. Despite all this, there was not a trace of resentment in his heart, only inevitable helplessness.
When Lin Mubai walked out of the kitchen again, he gave a final ultimatum to the little woman on the sofa: "From today on, unless there’s something special, An Nan, you’re not allowed to enter the kitchen."
"Why?" An Nan shouted back unwillingly. This is her home; why wouldn’t she be allowed in the kitchen?
The other party was unmoved and shrugged: "Because your destructive power is too strong. Today you just broke the dishes and utensils; I’m afraid next time you’ll burn down the kitchen. You may be old, and it doesn’t matter, but Little Jia You is still young and hasn’t married yet to experience this real world."
Women fear aging, especially when remarked upon by a man younger than themselves; it’s unbearable for anyone. An Nan is no exception; despite her cold personality, she couldn’t stand being criticized for her age.
If she could spit blood, An Nan really wanted to spew a mouthful of blood to kill this man: "Lin Mubai, you dead bastard, where am I old, where? Didn’t you just say I look younger than you? If I look old, then what are you? An old man or an old monster?"
An Nan was already so angry she lost her rationality, speaking without thinking.
Compared to An Nan’s rage, Lin Mubai was much more composed, or rather extremely composed.
Calmly nodding, he was unmoved by her anger: "These aren’t my words but your thoughts." An Nan was just about to retort when Lin Mubai interrupted her leisurely: "Don’t be in such a hurry to deny; ask your heart, isn’t this what you’ve always thought?" Lin Mubai spoke, half-narrowing his slender black eyes, concealing his inner calculations. Indeed, he didn’t want to pressure this little woman or forcefully take her away, but that didn’t mean he would always let her retreat into her turtle shell, or even if she had a thick turtle shell, he’d find a way to pry it open.