Guo Aiping's words were a double entendre.

There's food and drink at home, yet you go out to eat and drink with women on the street?

There's a loving wife and new nightwear at home, yet you go out to flirt with other women on the street?

There weren't any other people in this family chat group, mostly just Old Zhao's parents and her sister-in-law; everyone looked at the photos and tacitly remained silent.

What could anyone say to this?

Of course, Guo Aiping was not really expecting anyone to speak on her behalf; after sending the message, she moved on.

Thinking last time Old Zhao managed to use Boss Xiao Chen's delicious food as a flimsy excuse, let's see how he explains it this time!

Old Zhao happily slurped the last bit of noodles from his bowl and let out a long sigh.

For someone who hasn't eaten well for several days, getting to have a bowl of greasy, fragrant noodles past eleven at night, along with dishes like mapo tofu, offers a comfort only those who've experienced it can imagine.

The surge of carbs instantly infiltrating his cells gave Old Zhao a bit of drowsiness, as he held up a wine glass and looked towards Xiao Li, who was giving him a foot massage. "Come, once I finish this, I'll go home... Honey, what are you doing here?"

Guo Aiqin's expression was indifferent, clearly holding a grudge. She ignored Old Zhao and directly sat on the empty chair next to him. "Who's the owner of this foot massage parlor?"

He Chunming, holding a large bowl of noodles, hurried over when he heard someone calling him, "What's up, sis?"

"Do you only have female masseuses here? Don't you have any male ones? I like someone with strong hands."

He Chunming took a breath, "Well..."

His shop indeed didn't have any male masseuses. The profession of foot massage in Jingzhou is often viewed with bias, so there are very few female customers. But since there's a demand, He Chunming certainly had to fulfill it, "Sis, would you consider me?"

"Boss He, don't you dare!" Old Zhao suddenly became displeased.

But before He Chunming could speak, Guo Aiping laughed, "If you can do it, why can't I?"

Guo Aiping took off her shoes and placed her feet in the bucket, scaring Old Zhao into quickly putting down his drink and saying, "Stop the massage, you go massage my wife first!" Then Old Zhao put his shoes back on, "Honey, let me explain!"

"Why don't you continue drinking your wine, what do you care about me?"

Old Zhao panicked, "This isn't wine, it's... oh!"

He felt like he couldn't explain it clearly, because no matter how he tried to explain it, last time he had to go to the foot massage parlor because he couldn't get Boss Chen's egg dumplings due to the queue.

So what about this time?

Old Zhao was circling in a frenzy when he suddenly noticed that Xiao Huang's table was also packed, seemingly with a group of college students. An idea struck him, and he quickly turned to his wife and said, "Bundled sale! Yes, it's all Boss He's fault!"

He Chunming: ???

"Honey, you see, I was just cycling through the development zone and saw Boss Xiao Chen setting up a stall here, so I thought I'd grab a bite."

No law against eating, right? Old Zhao saw that Guo Aiping had no reaction and felt a small sigh of relief, "But to my surprise, Boss Xiao Chen's place was just too popular, and all of the three tables were taken! What could I do? I ordered so much, I couldn't eat standing on the ground, could I?"

"Unexpectedly, Boss He wouldn't let me sit at their tables, saying that if I wanted to sit, I had to buy the foot massage service. I figured my wife would get upset, but Boss He said just to do it for show. It wasn't even that expensive, just 38 Yuan, so I..."

"Honey, believe me, really! I didn't come for the foot massage; I was really forced! Besides, with so many people on the street, what could I do?"

Guo Aiping gave him a cold look, "What else do you want to do?"

Old Zhao shrank back like a grandson, not daring to utter another word.

He Chunming was also dumbfounded, thinking, Old Zhao, you're not being honest. Weren't you just holding up a wine glass saying how awesome it was? Now it's my fault for bundling services and forcing you to spend money?

Xiao Li, the foot masseuse, timidly raised her head, "Sis, switching masseuses will count as another session."

You can't just switch before time's up, and I go around massaging everyone, can you?

If thirty people lined up and each got a minute, how could I keep the business running?

Guo Aiping squinted at Xiao Li, "Continue."

Then she turned to look at Old Zhao, "Order everything you just ate for me, and I want that drink, too."

Old Zhao happily trotted over to line up, "Honey, believe me, it's really because Boss Xiao Chen's food is so good that I'm compelled to pay for a seat..."

Chen Mo had just finished stir-frying a big pot of beef cubes.

He could start making the mapo tofu now.

Seeing Old Zhao cower like a grandson when his wife scolded him, his heart filled with fear of marriage.

"Bro, this..."

Old Zhao shook his head and sighed, "Boss Xiao Chen, don't say anything, just make the same set as before for me again. Right, add more ingredients to the tofu, I'll pay extra."

Chen Mo did as requested.

Mu Mu personally scooped the noodles, added a bun, and prepared the beef-laden mapo tofu. Old Zhao gleefully carried it away.

"Look, honey."

He separated the dishes just as he had before, and when he poured the soup into the wine glass, Guo Aiping felt a bit confused, "This is what you were drinking?"

"Yeah, I was about to explain, but you wouldn't listen. You see, you misunderstood me, thinking I was drinking with some young girl. I'm way too old to be doing that!"

Old Zhao picked up the bit of soup that had long since cooled down and clinked glasses with Guo Aiping, "If I'm drinking, it's with you!"

Guo Aiping skeptically took a sip of the soup, "Huh?"

Before, she had only followed the car to Ning County to eat Boss Xiao Chen's buns; this was her first time trying these noodles. Just a sip of the soup and she instantly noticed something different.

"This flour seems different from what we usually have."

Old Zhao saw that his wife's attention was finally away from him going out to get a foot massage and immediately carried on the conversation, "Actually, it's all my fault. Ever since I joined some kind of intelligence group, where group members share Boss Xiao Chen's delicacies every day. How could I resist?"

"And today, when I saw in the group that Boss Xiao Chen was setting up here, I just..."

Guo Aiping wasn't unreasonable. She asked, "Why didn't you tell me clearly? Do you think I wouldn't let you go out for a late-night snack?"

Then, Guo Aiping took a bite of the noodles, the rich flavor of wheat complementing the spicy and numbing mapo tofu. It was so delicious she couldn't help but eat several more mouthfuls.

At the same time, Guo Aiping realized she might have overreacted a bit.

Not only Old Zhao, but even she thought noodles and tofu this tasty were worth going out for at night. But was this the reason she was angry?

Old Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, as it is often said that good food can soothe a bad mood. It was clear that her anger had significantly subsided.

"So you go out and eat such tasty food on your own without inviting me; what does that mean?"

Old Zhao: ?

Honey, you're not playing by the rules!

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