Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Qian Duoduo followed the cook's instructions, coated the fish with batter, and the next step was to fry it until golden brown.

One second Qian Duoduo was thinking, "This is so easy to do," and the next second she was so scared by the oil in the pot that she screamed.

"what--"

Startled, she quickly let go of the fish and retreated two meters away.

The cook watched as Qian Duoduo retreated one after another, then glanced at the fish in the pot, sighed, picked up the spatula, and began to calmly salvage the situation.

The fish should ideally be held by hand and fried until it sets before being placed in the pot.

Now that the fish is completely submerged, it can barely be called a straight sweet and sour carp.

Qian Duoduo stood to the side watching the cook busy herself, too afraid to step forward.

The oil was still sizzling.

Finally, the cook served the fish, and Qian Duoduo poured the sauce on top, and that was the end of it.

Looking at the sweet and sour carp, which looked alright, Qian Duoduo breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally finished.

Although all I did was coat it with batter and drizzle it with sauce.

At lunchtime, Shen Ziche immediately noticed that the sweet and sour carp was different from what he had seen before.

The plating was completely different from before, but seeing the beads of sweat on Qian Duoduo's nose, he guessed it.

As soon as the fish was served, Qian Duoduo didn't rush to serve it to Shen Ziche, but instead took a bite herself first.

Hmm, not bad.

After Qian Duoduo was satisfied with her own portion, she picked up a small piece and put it in her own bowl, removing the fish bones before sending it to Shen Ziche's bowl.

Shen Ziche tasted it, and he could taste the subtle difference from before. He looked up at Qian Duoduo and saw her expectant eyes.

He nodded approvingly, "Hmm~ The sweet and sour carp is especially delicious today."

Qian Duoduo chuckled, said nothing, and continued to nitpick at Shen Ziche.

After lunch, Shen Ziche wanted to pack his things, but Qian Duoduo insisted on taking him for a nap.

Shen Ziche couldn't refuse, so he took a nap with her.

Qian Duoduo hugged Shen Ziche, "Ache, aren't you afraid I won't come back from Kyoto?"

Shen Ziche turned his head and gently brushed his fingers through Qian Duoduo's hair. "Don't be afraid, we're here. You wouldn't want to leave."

Just as Qian Duoduo was about to speak, she heard Shen Ziche's next words.

"If you don't come back, a few of us will go to Kyoto to find you."

Qian Duoduo held Shen Ziche tightly in her arms; her A-Cen was still too gentle.

If it were Ah Cen, she would probably say something like kidnapping her back.

The two of them quietly embraced and fell asleep, enjoying the tranquility of the midday.

Qian Duoduo opened her eyes again when Shen Ziche woke her up.

"Duoduo, it's time to practice your calligraphy."

Qian Duoduo opened her bewildered eyes, then immediately closed them again.

She really didn't want to train anymore; every time she finished training, she felt like she had lost half her life.

Shen Ziche didn't tolerate her and pulled Qian Duoduo out of bed.

"After we finish training, we'll go to Jishetang."

Qian Duoduo, knowing she still had to report to Yunzhi later, reluctantly got up.

Seeing that paper and pen had already been laid out in the study, she straightened up slightly, then picked up the pen and began to write stroke by stroke.

Shen Ziche was handling Feihua Pavilion's accounts, occasionally glancing at Qian Duoduo's situation and sometimes offering her some pointers.

After Shen Ziche finished dealing with the matter, he looked up and saw that Qian Duoduo had already fallen asleep with a pen in her hand.

Shen Ziche smiled indulgently and gently shook Qian Duoduo awake.

"Let me guide you through the writing process."

As he spoke, he took Qian Duoduo's hand and began to write.

Qian Duoduo forced herself to stay awake; she didn't even know how she had fallen asleep.

She looked up at Shen Ziche, who was engrossed in his serious expression.

Shen Ziche noticed Qian Duoduo's gaze, and gently pinched the tip of her nose. "Write seriously."

Qian Duoduo rubbed her cheek against Shen Ziche's palm and acted coquettishly towards him.

"Then I'll write one, and you have to kiss me."

Shen Ziche's cheeks flushed slightly, but he still nodded.

When Qian Duoduo started writing, she regretted it. She should have said, "Kiss each word."

This one is a bit too old. It originally had seven or eight characters on it, but later it only had one or two.

Shen Ziche frowned, but said nothing.

He could tell that, apart from the font being a bit large, Qian Duoduo's attitude was still serious.