Guide to tame my villainous husbands novel Chapter 1021

"You did a really good thing back there," Xiao Jiao said to Mo Qiang.

The two of them were still working on the farm as Mo Qiang dug the soil and then placed it in the airy containers that wouldn't hold too much water while blocking the air.

The cilantro and chives that she had purified were different from the ones that were sold in her previous world. These herbs needed soil which wasn't too wet or watery. They required a perfect combination of air and watery soil.

Thus, she had to prepare containers with holes to grow.

"Well, it's only right to do so," remarked Mo Qiang. "He seemed quite bothered with the fact, so it is fine if we pretend like that little incident did not happen." _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

Though Mo Qiang wanted to ask what was wrong with him or how he ended up with such a severe disease, she however, could see that Xie Jie was not ready to talk about it.

Even if he did, he would force himself to speak about it. She didn't want him to talk about it if he didn't like it and wanted it.

If she were in his shoes, she would hate it too you know?

So, instead of pushing him into a corner where he would feel like he had no choice but to talk about it, Mo Qiang thought it was better to let it slide. As if it never happened.

Once Xie Jie was ready to talk about it, she was certain that he would tell her about it. Because he didn't seem like a mer who would lie for no reason.

Since that was the case, she might as well give him the time that he needed.

"Aren't you worried that he would harm you? Have you forgotten that he was the one who scared you the most," Xiao Jiao fluttered over and then sat on Mo Qiang's shoulder whose face turned black.

With a blank gaze, she said, "Who says that I am not scared of him now? I still am scared of him. But …I know that he will not hurt anyone for no reason." She added with a light blush scattered on her cheeks.

"Oh," Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Qiang and clicked her tongue. Who said that Mo Qiang did not know anything about romance? She was a natural when it came to many things.

[It is a good thing that her EQ is not good..if it was—we would have a harem in our hands.]

"It's not like we don't already," muttered Xiao Jiao with a dark look on her face. Seriously, she wished Mo Qiang would refrain herself a little if this went on, there would be another addition to their house.

As she thought about this, she looked at Ling Che who walked over to Mo Qiang with a sway of his hips and crouched down next to her.

"I was thinking, why don't we try growing celery in the east? The patch there is really nice for a decent amount of celery to be grown, what do you say?" He suggested as he leaned over to Mo Qiang, his face just inches away from hers.

So envious. So jealous.

The two of them worked in the fields for another three hours before trudging back home. Once they returned Mo Qiang went to the kitchen to teach Ling Che how to cook the fish in lotus leaf.

Yin Fu was strictly against this and wanted to learn first from Mo Qiang before handing the recipe to Ling Che but Ling Che overrode his objections by saying that every recipe would end up getting some sort of modification with each person cooking it.

As he wanted to learn the authentic version, it would be a shame if Yin Fu was to teach him and he was to miss a step.

The rest of the objections were overridden when Yin Fu barfed at the smell of the raw fish.

As for Shao Hui and Xie Jie, even if the world were to come to an end, Wen Gui would never let them go inside the kitchen.

Thus, Ling Che and Mo Qiang were left alone in the kitchen.

"I hate him," Yin Fu announced while glaring at Ling Che from behind. "I really don't like him, just look at his rat-like face. I don't believe a thing about him learning cooking and whatnot, all I can see is he is trying to get one on one lessons with our wife and trying to dig our corner. And we are letting him!"

"Just look at that!" He screeched in a whisper as he pointed at Ling Che who had touched Mo Qiang's hand to take the knife.