Transmigrated into a book? A vicious female supporting character? A senior sister? Tsk tsk!

She had to get up to make soup for Lu He. Lu He had actually been fasting for a long time, but the thought of being able to drink soup made by his wife made him happy.

That would be such a happy thing, so she didn't insist on refusing anymore. And so, to Lu He's great anticipation, Miao Yingxue brought out a bowl of soup.

It was placed in front of him, and the moment the lid was opened, Lu He was completely dumbfounded...

Putting aside the strange taste, the color of the soup was incredibly bizarre, like a multicolored, variegated snake floating in a bowl of ink...

Lu He's body stiffened, and he stammered uncertainly:

"Madam... this, this, this looks... a bit unusual. Are you sure you didn't bring the wrong bowl?"

Miao Yingxue nodded with absolute certainty, smiled, ladled a bowl of soup, placed it in front of Lu He, and urged him:

"Husband, drink it quickly, soup is best drunk while it's hot."

Looking at the strange, unidentified liquid in the bowl, Lu He swallowed hard and said with great difficulty:

"Madam, what did you use to make this soup?"

As she spoke of this, Miao Yingxue became increasingly enthusiastic, describing in detail the ingredients and methods used, as if reciting a familiar story.

As Lu He listened to the materials and procedures, he thought to himself, "This sounds pretty normal, so how did it turn out like this?"

After Miao Yingxue finished speaking, she looked at Lu He expectantly again. Lu He's heart softened at her gaze, and with a slight tremor in his hand, he picked up the bowl.

With her other hand trembling slightly, she picked up the soup spoon, scooped up a tiny bit, and lifted it up with extremely stiff and slow movements.

Just as the spoon was about to touch his mouth, Lu He hesitated, then had a flash of inspiration and handed the spoon to Miao Yingxue, gently coaxing her:

"Madam has worked hard all day; it's only right that you taste it first."

Lu He didn't have any bad intentions; he was just thinking that if Miao Yingxue tasted it and found it unpleasant, she would probably never let him drink it again.

Unexpectedly, Miao Yingxue decisively pushed his hand back, giving a perfectly valid reason:

"My husband, these medicinal herbs are very nourishing and not suitable for women to drink."

If Lu He hadn't seen the fleeting hint of guilt in Miao Yingxue's eyes, he might have actually believed it out of kindness.

Miao Yingxue's decisive refusal made Lu He even more hesitant. Seeing that he was reluctant to drink, Miao Yingxue simply took out her trump card.

She picked up a silk handkerchief, gently wiped her slightly reddened eyes, and choked out:

"Sure enough, a man's words are deceitful. Before the wedding, he said he would do whatever I wanted, but it's only the second day of our marriage..."

They started to dislike me, even though I went to all that trouble, personally cooking soup and stew for them, boohoo..."

Lu He couldn't bear to see Miao Yingxue cry, so he was immediately flustered and tried to comfort her with heartache:

"How could I possibly dislike you? I cherish you and love you too much to ask."

Miao Yingxue stared at the soup in the bowl and continued, looking aggrieved:

"Then why won't you drink the soup I cooked for you? Are you afraid I'll poison it?"

Since they'd even brought up poison, Lu He didn't dare hesitate any longer. He gritted his teeth, held his breath, picked up the bowl, and gulped it down in one go.

In an instant, it felt like a kitchen spice rack had been overturned, and all sorts of suffocating, bizarre tastes filled my mouth...

Choked by the smell, Lu He quickly grabbed the teapot beside him and chugged it down in one go, but he still felt...

The taste on his tongue was still strong, so he had no choice but to take out a bottle of strong liquor from his spatial storage and drink it all in one go.

Then...then his vision gradually blurred...When Lu He woke up again, ten days had passed. Looking at the bedside...

With her eyes red and swollen, looking listless and haggard, Miao Yingxue was addressed by Lu He in a hoarse voice:

"Madam... what's wrong with me?"

Miao Yingxue sobbed, full of regret, and said:

"I'm so sorry, my husband, it's all my fault, boohoo, boohoo, it's all my fault, I almost killed you."

Lu He hadn't blamed Miao Yingxue to begin with, but seeing her crying so sadly and looking so haggard, he figured she must have had a hard time lately, and his heart softened even more. He quickly said:

"Madam, please don't cry. Tell me what happened."

Miao Yingxue stopped crying and blamed herself:

"I was terrified after you fainted. I rushed to find the clan's doctor, who said that the soup and the strong liquor mixed together, causing you to be poisoned. Waaah..."

At this point, Miao Yingxue couldn't help but cry again, and Lu He quickly comforted her:

"Okay, stop crying. It's not your fault. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. It was because I was anxious and drank alcohol."

Miao Yingxue was stunned, and her tears flowed even more uncontrollably as she spoke more frankly:

"Waaaaah, waaaah, I'm so sorry, my husband. Actually, I tasted it before serving it to you. I knew it didn't taste good; I just wanted to play a prank..."

Miao Yingxue's voice grew softer and softer, and fearing that Lu He would be angry, she quickly explained:

"Husband, um, before making this soup, I specifically consulted the cook, but somehow, the soup just didn't turn out right as it was simmering."

At the time, I was genuinely conflicted, considering whether to throw away the soup or find someone to make it again, but I didn't want to break my promise..."

After hearing this, Lu He felt both heartened and amused, realizing that his wife was soft-hearted and playful, making him both exasperated and adorable.

Later, under Miao Yingxue's care, Lu He quickly recovered and became energetic again. Miao Yingxue also kept her promise from that day and never cooked soup again.

Before Lu He could even breathe a sigh of relief, Miao Yingxue, who had an extreme passion for cooking, began researching other dishes.

Although the food I made wasn't as bizarre as that soup, the taste was truly something else entirely—there was nothing I couldn't make, only things I couldn't imagine.

And strangely enough, even with the cook standing by and guiding her step by step, the food Miao Yingxue made was still... well, let's just say it wasn't very good.

Lu He had endured this "painful yet joyful" journey for so many years, and now, hearing Miao Yingxue say that she would never cook again if she lost,

Lu He really wanted to agree immediately, but he wasn't an impulsive person after all. Besides, the idea of ​​testing the food for a whole month was truly terrifying!

Although he had suffered from poison in the past, it was only occasionally. If he were to lose, would he still have a good month ahead?

Seeing Lu He's conflicted expression, Miao Yingxue smiled smugly and said leisurely:

"What? You're scared to gamble now? You were so confident before."

Lu He picked up his teacup, blew on it gently, took a sip, and then slowly said:

"We've been married for ages, your attempts to goad me won't work on me at all."

Miao Yingxue snorted softly, pursed her lips, and tossed out a remark: