My Wife Might Be a Saintess

Chapter 275: Chapter 274: Su Qi: I Think You Shouldn’t Get Tired of It

Jiang Zuo was in the kitchen, putting things away. Man, this place was clean.

He didn’t mean it wasn’t dirty, but that there was truly nothing here.

Su Qi buying all this stuff was probably a hassle for Jingyue and the others.

They never had to cook before, and now, all of a sudden, they did.

But Jiang Zuo didn’t care about that. His only job was transportation. Whether they ate the food or let it go to waste had nothing to do with him.

As for Qing Lian’s offer to help, he hadn’t given it a second thought. His refusal had been purely instinctual.

He certainly wouldn’t stop to consider how the person he rejected might feel.

Just then, Jingyue watched as Jiang Zuo unpacked a pile of food. She stared blankly at Su Qi and said, "Little Pouter, are you planning to make us cook for ourselves?"

"Yup. You can ask the other senior or junior sisters for help. I’m sure they’d be willing," Su Qi said.

Then Jingyue pulled out her phone. "I have numbers for takeout. A Cultivator hotline. They serve food that normal people can’t get, and it tastes amazing.

So, why would I cook for myself?"

Hearing Jingyue’s words, Jiang Zuo’s interest was piqued. ’Cultivator takeout? Does that mean the kind that contains Spiritual Qi?’

Jiang Zuo decided he needed to get that number. That way, he could order takeout when Su Qi wasn’t home.

’Speaking of which, the Inexplicable Fate Restaurant isn’t bad either. Their ingredients are Spirit Plants, too. I wonder if they deliver.’ ’And they mostly take cash, which is really convenient.’

Su Qi retorted, unconvinced, "It’s not as good as homemade. Food you order from a restaurant has no soul."

Jingyue was dumbfounded. Qing Lian was dumbfounded. Even Jiang Zuo was dumbfounded. ’Is that even a thing?’

Jiang Zuo pretended not to hear their conversation and just kept busy, lest they ask for his opinion. That would put him in a tough spot.

Fortunately, they didn’t dwell on it. They just waited for Su Qi to serve dinner.

Once Jingyue and Qing Lian were out of the kitchen, Su Qi asked Jiang Zuo, "What do you think is better, takeout or a home-cooked meal?"

Jiang Zuo looked at Su Qi and finally said, "Honestly, it doesn’t matter where I eat. The best food is, of course, the food you make. Otherwise, there’s no difference."

"So when I’m not home, you just order takeout?" freёwebnovel.com

"What’s the alternative? You expect me to cook for myself? Aren’t you afraid I’d poison myself to death?"

Su Qi: "..."

It was a very powerful argument.

Su Qi knew Jiang Zuo was incapable of learning how to cook. It was really strange. When they had first gotten together, he had even tried to learn in order to please his girlfriend.

The results had been dismal. Jiang Zuo had no Talent for it.

However, Su Qi didn’t know that it was worse than just having no Talent—his Talent was probably deep in the negatives.

Back then, Jiang Zuo had believed his Great Dao was already perfected; he thought learning to cook would be a piece of cake.

I mean, this was a man who could create his own Sword Skill just for chopping vegetables. He had planned to take cooking to new heights, to become a new generation’s God of Cookery. Unfortunately, the outcome was truly despair-inducing.

After Jiang Zuo and Su Qi had been busy in the kitchen for quite some time, the dinner Su Qi had prepared was finally ready.

They were having hot pot tonight.

After they brought out the hot pot ingredients one by one, Jingyue couldn’t help but remark, "You’re actually eating this? It doesn’t require any skill at all. Even I could make this."

"So you can make it yourself, Senior Sister. There’s plenty more in the kitchen," Su Qi said.

Jingyue replied, "I am the Saintess. How could I possibly stoop to cooking? Let Qing Lian do it."

Qing Lian didn’t seem to have any objection.

Su Qi didn’t mind. That was just how her senior sister was. She’d probably be more interested in live-streaming herself cooking than actually preparing food to eat.

Once they sat down, Jingyue pulled Su Qi over to her side. "Separate," she said. "So you two don’t ruin my appetite."

Fine. Jiang Zuo had no choice but to sit by himself.

Later, while eating hot pot, Jingyue said casually, "I got news that the place is going to open in two or three days. We’ll probably have to leave tomorrow or the day after."

This didn’t surprise Jiang Zuo in the slightest. He had known about it for a while. In fact, he was hoping Su Qi and the others would leave as soon as possible. He was getting a bit impatient himself.

Su Qi said, "Isn’t that too soon? We just got back. Besides, it’s not a good time for me right now."

Qing Lian nodded. "Senior Sister smells of blood, so it is indeed inconvenient. But we can use a Secret Technique to delay it."

Jingyue shook her head. "No need. Today plus two more days, and it’ll be over. It’s not inconvenient. Besides, a little thing like this won’t have any effect. We’re dignified Cultivators, not that fragile.

Still, I’m really interested to see what’s in that grotto-heaven."

Jingyue had a gut feeling that she was bound to make an astonishing discovery there. Every location recorded by the Holy Land promised a great revelation.

She’d had this feeling ever since leaving Liyuan Island.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that some kind of lock had been accidentally opened.

"So, when do we leave?" Su Qi asked.

Jingyue thought for a moment. "Let’s go tomorrow. Qing Lian needs some time to adjust. Otherwise, if we rush, she might hold us back."

"Senior Sister, did you even consider me?" Su Qi asked plaintively.

Jingyue said, "Of course. You two can just sleep here tonight. You can sleep right up until we leave. We’ll depart tomorrow afternoon."

Su Qi and Jiang Zuo: "..."

And so, Jiang Zuo and Su Qi stayed the night.

「That night.」

The moonlight was bright in the sky, but it cast no silvery sheen upon the ground.

The moonlight here was nothing like the moonlight at the Holy Land, and the star-dusted sky was nowhere to be seen.

Here, the moon was lonely.

"We’re leaving tomorrow. Are you unhappy about it?" Su Qi asked, leaning against Jiang Zuo on their room’s balcony.

"No." In fact, he was a little happy.

"Are you actually a little happy about it?" Su Qi looked at Jiang Zuo. Though his face was blank, she said, "I can totally tell. You’re free again, aren’t you?"

Jiang Zuo turned, letting Su Qi lean into his embrace. He held her and said, "Not really. The air of freedom doesn’t smell nearly as good as you do. If I had to choose, I’d definitely choose to smell your scent every day."

As he spoke, Jiang Zuo took a gentle sniff near Su Qi’s ear.

"You pervert. Aren’t you afraid you’ll get tired of it?" Su Qi said.

Jiang Zuo chuckled. "Do you think I *should* get tired of it, or I *shouldn’t*?"

Su Qi turned her head to look at Jiang Zuo. "I think you shouldn’t."

Jiang Zuo: "..."

Jiang Zuo caressed Su Qi’s face, sniffed again, and said with a straight face, "I smell blood."

Su Qi immediately slapped his hand away, exclaiming, "Who do you think you’re fooling? Your nose isn’t that good!"

Then Su Qi draped herself over Jiang Zuo and said pitifully, "You’ve dodged a bullet again tonight. I don’t even know when I’ll be back. You’d better miss me."

"Mm-hm." Just as Jiang Zuo was about to say something more, a voice suddenly drifted over from the next room.

"Tsk, tsk. How disgustingly sweet. If I’d known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have let them stay the night. I’m getting goosebumps all over."

"Mm."

It was Jingyue and Qing Lian.

Su Qi shot up right then and there. "Senior Sister, were you eavesdropping?! You’re shameless!"