The Wife I Picked Up Is Too Fierce

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Xie Jiuhan picked up his chopsticks and stuffed a piece into his mouth. He wanted to test the taste of Di Tianxing's dish. If it was difficult to swallow, he could take the opportunity to insult the other party.

Di Tianxing went to Xie Jiuhan's side and said, "How is it? How does it taste?"

Xie Jiuhan was surprised. The taste of this dish was actually not bad. Although the taste was not good, the taste was not bad. Hence, he nodded. "Yes, it's alright."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, as if a nail had pierced his stomach. The pain instantly made his face turn pale.

Xie Jiuhan said angrily, "Old man, you f*cking poisoned me?!"

Di Tianxing denied, "Poison? I didn't poison you. If you don't believe me, you can ask the people in the kitchen. There were six five-star chefs watching me cook personally just now."

The veins on Xie Jiuhan's forehead were about to break. Looking at Di Tianxing's serious gaze, he knew that this old man was not lying. However, why would his stomach suddenly hurt if he did not poison it? How could his stomach hurt right after eating it?

Xie Jiuhan held his stomach and walked out without looking back. Di Tianxing shouted behind him, "My good son-in-law, I'll practice for a while more. Go to the toilet and come back to be my taste tester!"

Xie Jiuhan: "!!!"

March jumped onto the table and took a bite of the dish. It had smelled alright just now, so why did his father leave in anger after taking a bite?

The next second, March's dog eyes widened. Then, it opened its mouth and spat it out. Staring at March, who was vomiting crazily, Di Tianxing walked towards it step by step. He felt that Xie Jiuhan would probably not be the taste tester in the future. He would use March as an experiment first.

Caught off guard, March was grabbed by the back of his neck by Di Tianxing. He flew into the air and kicked his four limbs a few times. March wanted to cry for help, but when he met Di Tianxing's perverted and distorted eyes, he immediately tucked his tail.

…

Before Feng Qing could open her eyes, she could already feel the chaos in the Xie Manor. Hence, she walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas. When she met the servant, she asked, "Did Little Jiu Jiu go to the company?"

The servant said respectfully, "Young Madam, Ninth Master seems to have food poisoning, so his schedule for today has been delayed."

Feng Qing : "…"

Feng Qing had a look of disbelief on her face. She even wondered if there was something wrong with her ears. Her husband was fine last night. Why did he get food poisoning this morning?

The servant said, "Mr. Xing Yue, the two Mr. Hans, and March all had food poisoning."

Feng Qing asked again, "Little Jiu Jiu and my brothers were poisoned?"

The servant shook her head. "No, they ate the stir-fried vegetables made by the Prime Minister."

Feng Qing : "???"

…

Half an hour later, Feng Qing handed the concocted antidote to Xie Jiuhan, Xing Yue, and the rest to take. She also diluted the antidote by 40% and fed it to March. When she found March just now, he was lying on the ground, vomiting white foam, looking like he was on the verge of death. Xie Jiuhan was the first to recover. The first thing Xie Jiuhan did after recovering was to look for Di Tianxing to fight. The two of them wanted to have a competition. If Di Tianxing won, Xie Jiuhan would allow him to continue using the kitchen to cook. If Di Tianxing lost, he would never enter the kitchen.

In the Xie Manor's martial arts field, Di Tianxing and Xie Jiuhan had been fighting for three hours, but they had yet to determine the victor. Feng Qing saw the old butler walk in. "Sixth Princess, how long are the Prime Minister and Ninth Master going to fight?"

The old butler's voice was filled with concern for Di Tianxing. He was not worried that Xie Jiuhan would do anything to Di Tianxing, but Di Tianxing was older than Xie Jiuhan after all. Moreover, he had not fought for many years after becoming the Prime Minister. If he was bullied by Xie Jiuhan again when his stamina was exhausted…

At the thought of this, the old butler felt a headache coming on. He was already 79 years old this year. His 80th birthday was in half a month. He had spent his entire life on Di Tianxing and the Di family. He couldn't even live a few peaceful days.

Feng Qing said, "There's no need to worry about the two of them. Let them fight as much as they want. Fighting an equally matched opponent is also a great joy in life. When they're done, Dad will probably be tired. At that time, he won't cook anymore."

The old butler said, "Sixth Princess, I still have something to report to you."

Feng Qing interrupted, "Call me Qingqing in the future. Sixth Princess sounds strange."