Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce

Shi Che’s gaze slightly darkened as he glanced at Ling Chuxia’s busy hands and suddenly spoke in a low voice, "I’m not drinking this soup!"

Ling Chuxia, who was serving the soup, paused. She couldn’t help but glance at the soup—it was his favorite fish soup, yet now he was saying he wouldn’t drink it?

Ling Chuxia was puzzled, but since Shi Che wasn’t drinking, she couldn’t force it on him. She had to stop serving the soup and picked up her chopsticks to start eating.

Only then did Shi Che lower his gaze slightly, a quick flash of a smile crossing his eyes.

The two ate in silence, especially Ling Chuxia, who made almost no sound even when chewing. Although she had brought enough food, she seemed afraid he wouldn’t have enough—she only picked at the vegetables and didn’t touch any of the meat.

Shi Che’s brows furrowed again soon after. He reached out, grabbed a large piece of meat, and directly threw it into Ling Chuxia’s bowl. Ling Chuxia’s hand stalled slightly as she slightly raised her eyes to look at Shi Che, a trace of confusion in her big eyes.

Shi Che didn’t even look at her, simply saying indifferently, "I don’t like it, you eat it."

Ling Chuxia was stunned. The food she brought was all Shi Che’s favorite dishes, yet today they seemed to not suit his taste at all?

She couldn’t possibly have remembered his preferences wrong... Could it be that his tastes had changed?

True enough, thereafter, Shi Che occasionally put food into her bowl with a look of disgust, then coldly told her to eat.

He picked out all the big pieces of meat, and since Ling Chuxia had eaten breakfast late, around ten o’clock, she was not very hungry. After a few pieces of meat, she could not eat anymore, but she couldn’t not eat what Shi Che picked for her, her eyebrows wrinkled, and her entire face involuntarily did the same.