My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 155 Husband

The glass carriages weren't anything special; they had an ancient style, just like the other ancient towns. The road leading to the buildings was filled with glass carriages, moving slowly and leisurely. There were no pedestrians or vendors on the road.

Perhaps to prevent damage to the environment, it's better to minimize human intervention, such as providing transportation and reducing human interaction.

Song Che made wild guesses in the car, but in reality, it might not have anything to do with him at all.

However, the carriage had a certain feel to it. He and Xia Li sat facing each other, giving the impression of a wealthy family from ancient times going out. The interior was decorated in an antique style, with beaded curtains on the windows and doors. The carriage swayed and wobbled as it moved, neither too fast nor too slow, with the wheels creaking. Combined with the buildings outside, it created a strong sense of time travel to ancient times.

Xia Li leaned against the window with curiosity, reached out and lifted the beaded curtain, looking out the window in a daze. Song Che, in turn, was also in a daze as he watched her.

After the car glided along this stretch of road, we arrived near the complex of buildings. There was a designated food area nearby, where the barbecue was located. The online reviews were excellent, and the prices were on the expensive side. However, people come here to have fun, so prices are acceptable as long as they are not too high.

Song Che got out of the car and walked straight over, with Xia Li following behind, glancing at the glass car.

————Glass Carriage.

But the words engraved on this car seem to be—Li Che.

Xia Li glanced at Song Che and followed him over, drawn by the aroma of barbecue nearby.

The barbecue restaurant is located at the very end of the food court; you have to walk through an entire alley to get there.

The alley was lined with food stalls: grilled squid, fried skewers, candied hawthorns, and cotton candy. The heat, oily smoke, and sweet smell enveloped people completely.

Tao Xiang walked at the front, turning her head like a rattle drum, looking left and right, constantly saying, "I want to eat this, I want to eat that too."

She really is just a child. Song Che had previously suspected that she and Tao Yao might be some kind of ancient monsters who had lived for a very long time.

Zhang Shushu followed behind, her pace not slowing down at all. She was clearly also intrigued by the spectacle. She liked to save money, but suddenly realized, what was the point of her saving money?

It's all about enjoying some good food and savoring life.

What to do if you get sick?

Zhang Shushu had seriously considered this issue. Getting sick costs money, and the best way to prevent it is to maintain good health, have regular checkups, and exercise.

Song Che and Xia Li walked at the very back, very close to each other. Xia Li held the small sky-blue porcelain bottle in one hand, while the other hung at her side. After a while, she simply reached out and took his hand.

The barbecue restaurant is outdoors, with a dozen or so low tables and plastic stools. Each table has a light bulb hanging above it, which is yellowed by the smoke and casts a dim glow on the mountain of skewers piled on the table.

The air was thick with the smell of cumin and chili powder, which made Tao Xiang sneeze repeatedly, but she laughed as she sneezed, moving closer to the table as she did so.

Zhang Shushu found a table further inside, where the wind was less and she wouldn't get cold.

She picked up the menu and started ordering.

Her ordering style is exactly the same as at home: first order what others will like to eat, then order what she likes to eat, and finally order what she feels she must try since she's already there.

I ordered lamb skewers, beef skewers, grilled chicken wings, grilled eggplant, grilled chives, and grilled bread slices. After glancing at the menu, I added a grilled fish and a stir-fried snail dish.

"Mom, you ordered too much." Song Che glanced at the menu. He wasn't a fussy person, but the amount his mother ordered was definitely too much for her to finish. His mother clearly had never eaten barbecue before and didn't know how much she could possibly eat.

"Not much, your dad can eat a lot." Zhang Shushu glanced at Song Jianguo.

Song Jianguo looked up and said, "Yes, I can eat it."

Tao Xiang raised her hand, "I can eat it too!"

Zhang Shushu laughed, "Yes, peach flavor is edible too."

Xia Li didn't speak, but her eyes were fixed on the skewers at the next table. A family of three was sitting at that table, and the child was holding a skewer of grilled gluten, eating it with his mouth full of oil.

The skewers came quickly; two servers carried large trays and placed them one after another on the table, almost overflowing it.

Zhang Shushu sorted the skewers by type, placing the lamb skewers in the middle, the beef skewers on the left, the chicken wings on the right, and the vegetarian skewers around the outer edge. After finishing, she first took a lamb skewer and handed it to Xia Li, saying, "Try this; they say the lamb here is freshly slaughtered."

Xia Li took it and took a bite. The lamb was roasted until it was crispy and fragrant. The fatty parts melted in your mouth, while the lean parts were chewy. The flavors of cumin and chili powder exploded in your mouth.

She chewed, said nothing, and took another bite.

It's delicious!

"How is it?" Zhang Shushu asked.

"tasty."

Zhang Shushu was delighted and handed her another skewer of beef, saying, "Try this one too."

Xia Li took the beef skewer, took a bite, and nodded, "It's delicious too."

Zhang Shushu smiled so hard her eyes crinkled before she started eating.

Tao Xiang had already eaten three skewers, and her mouth was covered in oil and chili powder. Zhang Shushu handed her a tissue to wipe it off, but she kept dodging while reaching for the fourth skewer.

Song Che noticed a habit his father had when he ate.

If it tastes good, I'll eat a few more bites; if it doesn't taste good, I won't say anything, I'll just chew slowly, put it down after I'm done, and not take a second skewer.

Xia Li ate a skewer of mutton, a skewer of beef, a chicken wing, and two slices of grilled eggplant. Then she stopped and stared blankly at the skewers on the table.

"What's wrong?" Song Che asked.

"It's spicy," Xia Li said. Her lips were a little red from the spiciness, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Song Che handed her the water, and she took a big gulp, then another big gulp, put down the cup, and grabbed a skewer of mutton.

"Still eating spicy food?"

"It's delicious even when it's spicy," Xia Li said.

Tao Xiang had already finished her fifth skewer and was now gnawing on a grilled chicken wing, eating it clean, leaving not a single piece of meat on the bone. Zhang Shushu looked at the clean bone and laughed, saying, "You ate it cleaner than a dog."

Momoka shook her head smugly. "Of course!"

Halfway through the meal, Zhang Shushu suddenly put down the skewers in her hand, looked at Song Che, and said, "Che'er."

"Um?

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"Have you really thought about your college application?" Song Che was taken aback. She had asked this question before, during dinner last night.

"I've made up my mind," he said. "Nanhui University, new major: Artificial Intelligence."

Zhang Shushu nodded. "Is it easy to find a job with that major?"

"Easy to find," Song Che said, "and it's a hot field."

Zhang Shushu nodded again, picked up a skewer, took a bite, and chewed for a long time. "When you were little, you said you wanted to be a scientist."

Song Che didn't remember, but he knew he must have said those words.

"Then she said she wanted to be a policeman," Zhang Shushu laughed. "And then she said she wanted to write screenplays. Mom couldn't understand what you wrote, but she thought you wrote them quite well."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Now we have to learn about artificial intelligence."

Zhang Shushu said, "It will make it easier to find a job in the future. But don't throw away your screenwriting. You like that."

The barbecue was finally finished, but it had little to do with Tao Xiang and Song Jianguo. It was Xia Li who single-handedly finished off all the remaining barbecue. If it hadn't been so spicy, she could have eaten even more.

After finishing our meal, we headed back.

The two of them walked hand in hand down the alley.

It was pitch black on both sides, with only the lanterns under the eaves lit up, bright red, just like when we celebrated the New Year back home. In the distance, someone was singing opera, the tunes were beautiful and melodious.

When we arrived at the carriage boarding area, there happened to be an empty carriage. It was an antique-style horse-drawn carriage with a wooden cabin, beaded curtains hanging from the door and windows, and rubber-covered wheels.

Xia Li leaned against Song Che and looked outside as well. The beaded curtain swayed back and forth, and the outside light was cut into strips that swept across her face, creating alternating light and shadow.

"Song Che," Xia Li suddenly called out to him, "Tell me, what is that wicked woman doing right now?"

Song Che was stunned for a moment.

The bad woman left, vanished without a trace, as if she had never been there, but Xia Li remembered, she always remembered.

"have no idea."

Xia Li thought for a moment, "She's probably watching us."

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"What do you think?"

"It's like—" Xia Li thought for a moment, "like how we look at the stars. Far away, but we can still see them."

Song Che looked up at the window.

There are a few stars in the sky.

He didn't know if the bad woman was on that star, or somewhere even further away. But he felt Xia Li was right; she was probably watching them.

It was almost ten o'clock when they got back to the hotel. Tao Xiang had fallen asleep in the car, so Song Jianguo carried her out. She nestled on Song Jianguo's shoulder, still clutching the porcelain cat in her hand, with drool glistening at the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Shushu went to open the door, and Song Jianguo put Taoxiang on the bed and covered her with the blanket. Taoxiang turned over and mumbled, "Bruce, stop messing around."

He turned around and fell asleep again.

Xia Li took a shower at the hotel and relaxed on the bed, while Song Che lay on the other side, closing his eyes and relaxing.

Xia Li pulled back the covers, sat up, and nudged Song Che. "Song Che, I've figured out what your confession was about."

7

Song Che paused for a moment, his memory returning to the time when he had just taught Xia Li what liking someone meant.

"I also have something to say, would you like to hear it?"

"I want to." Song Che also sat up and sat opposite Xia Li.

Xia Li's cheeks suddenly flushed. "You know, Song Che is always the first person to come home to see me. He buys lots of delicious food from outside and cooks it for me. He's also very good to Bruce. He gave me a home and taught me what it means to like someone and what it means to have family. Song Che doesn't have a pleasant smell, but he always makes people want to get close to him. I always tap Song Che on the head, and he always gets angry, but he never hits me back. He never bullies me and always treats me like a normal person. I know that when he called me an idiot before, he wasn't really insulting me. Every time I get angry, he softens and tries to make me happy, no matter if it's my fault or not. I really like Song Che."

After Xia Li finished speaking, she glanced at Song Che.

Finding him standing there in a daze, she reached out and waved her hand. "Song Che? Did I learn it correctly? Last time, it was roughly this much."

Song Che remained motionless, but he was simply too happy to express it.

Who could resist Xia Li's smile as she said those words, gazing at you with such tender affection?

Xia Li tilted her head in confusion, her cheeks flushing slightly. "—Husband?"

Song Che moved at this moment, startled by Xia Li's sudden shout.

"What—what did you call me?"

"————Song Che".

"You just mentioned your husband, didn't you?"

"I didn't say that."

"You're lying."

Song Che stared at Xia Li for several seconds. Xia Li also stared at him, her ears so red they could bleed, but her expression still held that "I didn't say anything, you misheard me" attitude.

"You just said that I wasn't actually spacing out, I heard you," Song Che said.

"Absolutely not."

"have."

"no."

Song Che reached out and pinched her cheek.

Xia Li's cheeks were hot and soft, and felt great to pinch.

She was being pinched, her lips were pouting, and she mumbled, "What are you doing?"

"Let me confirm if you're really Xia Li." Song Che released his grip. "The real Xia Li's ears turn red when she lies. Your ears are red."

Xia Li subconsciously touched her ear, and only after touching it did she realize that she had been tricked again.

Seeing her annoyed expression, Song Che couldn't help but laugh. Xia Li pursed her lips, reached out and tapped his arm lightly, not hard, but not lightly either, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at how cute you are."

Xia Li froze for a moment. Then she shrank further under the covers, until only the top of her silver hair was showing. Song Che looked at the tuft of hair sticking out and reached out to brush it aside. Xia Li mumbled from under the covers, "Don't touch it."

Are you angry?

"Then come out."

"Not coming out."

Song Che brushed her hair aside again. Xia Li stretched a hand out from under the covers, waved it in the air, missed, and then withdrew it. Watching the hand disappear under the covers, Song Che suddenly said, "Say that shout again, okay?"

There was no movement from under the covers.

Just once.

Still nothing.

Song Che waited a while, thinking she wouldn't call anymore. Just as he was about to lie down, a voice came from under the covers, "—Husband."

Song Che's ears instantly burned. He opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words. Xia Li peeked half her head out from under the covers, revealing only one eye, and looked at him. "Your ears are red."

Xia Li crawled out from under the covers and, mimicking what he had just done, pinched his ear. Song Che flinched to the side from her pinch, but Xia Li's hand followed and pinched it again.

"It's hot."

"It's normal for it to be hot; everyone's ears get hot."

"Others aren't hot."

How do you know other people aren't hot?

Xia Li thought for a moment, "I don't know."

The two sat facing each other, about an arm's length apart. The hotel bedside lamp was on, casting a warm yellow light on Xia Li's face.

Song Che looked into her eyes. They were bluish-green and bright, like they held two stars.

"What you just said," he began, "was it true?"

Xia Li nodded, "Really."

"Every single one?"

"Um."

Song Che reached out and pulled her into his arms, Xia Li's face pressed against his chest.

"Me too," he said. "Every single one of them."

Xia Li gave a muffled "hmm" in his arms.

The two of them just hugged each other without saying a word.

The sounds of cars outside the window faded into the distance, while the chirping of insects grew closer. The light from the bedside lamp drew a circular pattern on the wall. Song Che lowered his head, his chin resting on the top of Xia Li's head. Her hair still smelled of shampoo, gardenia, just the right amount of sweetness. "Song Che," Xia Li suddenly spoke, "I'll call out to you if you want to hear it later."

Song Che was taken aback. "What are you shouting for?"

Xia Li didn't answer, but Song Che could feel her smiling. Her face was pressed against his chest, and he hugged her a little tighter. Xia Li hugged him a little tighter too.

After a long time, Xia Li's voice came from his chest.

"husband."