My wife is a witch princess.

"...Do you want to go in?"

Xia Li pointed to the bathroom she had just used, her heart racing slightly. The Witch had never encountered such a situation before.

"What's the problem?"

"……without."

Xia Li mechanically washed her hands, then took small, synchronized steps to sit on the sofa. Her heart was pounding. She wanted to turn around and see if Song Che would do anything strange, but coincidentally, Xia Li was also a hypocritical woman, and she dared not look at anything strange.

Song Che emptied the two sheets of toilet paper from the trash can into the bag, then put it back on, placing the sanitary napkin on the right. Then, on a second thought, he took the sanitary napkin and placed it on the left side of the table.

After finishing everything, I re-examined the edge of the toilet and the corner of the bathroom. I found no unknown liquid or other abnormalities, which means that there is no need to worry too much about Xia Li going to the toilet. She knows basic human behaviors such as flushing the toilet and using sanitary products.

After leaving the bathroom, Xia Li sat properly on the small sofa. She put her legs together, poked her lower abdomen with her fingers, and immediately withdrew her fingers after hearing footsteps. She straightened her back and adopted the posture and demeanor of a prince.

...He's definitely a puppet army leader.

Song Che wanted to scream, he really wanted to scream. These pajamas, besides being warm, didn't fit him at all. The more serious Xia Li tried to be, the sillier she looked, like the ill-fitting military uniform Sanmao wore when he was drafted, looking as dumb as a goose.

"Change your top." Song Che took out the light purple sweatshirt from the shopping bag, and also took out a set of baby clothes. He opened his phone, clicked on Bilibili, and searched for 'first time wearing baby clothes tutorial'. The tutorials were divided into major and minor pitfalls. He randomly clicked on a video, turned off the bullet comments, and handed it to Xia Li. "Wear the baby clothes and follow this lady's instructions. Don't change the pants yet. We'll do that after the scars heal."

This is called a video; you can think of it as a memory crystal ball. You tap the screen to pause, and tap again to resume playback.

Xia Li carried the hoodie and baby clothes into the bedroom. She closed the door, waited a minute, checked the crack in the door, and then took off her pajamas. Her snow-white skin was wrapped in a linen cloth. She looked up and found the sunflower smiling at her. Xia Li subconsciously covered her chest, put the pajamas over its head, and continued changing her clothes.

A woman's voice came from the video. After playing for a minute, Xia Li still didn't understand what the first step was. After playing for another minute, some slightly useful information finally appeared: the first step was to determine one's own size.

The method is...

Xia Li paused the video, stood up straight, and looked down at her toes.

...I can barely see my toes.

As Xia Li continued following the video, she encountered trouble.

……

Song Che was certain that Xia Li was in trouble, but if he went in now, he would probably get slapped and come out. Maybe the witch would get so angry that she would replace her magic wand with a kitchen knife and hit herself on the head to prove her innocence.

Song Che calculated the time; about ten minutes had passed. He stood outside the door, leaned against the wall, and asked, "Don't the clothes fit?"

Xia Li's slightly faster voice came from behind the door.

"...I, I can fasten it."

Well, then it just won't fit.

No, you won't be able to fasten it?

Song Che remembered the size as only average. He approached the bedroom door and raised his voice, "Need any help?"

"...Don't come in!"

From the bedroom came a muffled groan from the girl who had tripped and fallen against the wardrobe. "...I didn't hit my head, and my legs don't hurt."

Helpless, Song Che knew Xia Li wouldn't let him in, so he dragged out his suggestion:

"Chiyu, Your Highness, please be careful. At least sit on the bed when you change your clothes so you don't bump your legs. Also, remember to close the curtains, as people outside can see you."

I just said the curtains weren't drawn.

thump--

With another muffled groan, Xia Li seemed to have fallen onto the bed while drawing the curtains.

She... won't cry, will she?

Never mind, just smile.

Chapter 18 Xia Li Understands

Xia Li brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear and casually tugged at the shoulder strap. She was amazed that the hoodie could be so secure without a bra strap. The hoodie was lined with fleece, and it felt warm as soon as she put it on.

After calming her breathing, adjusting her expression, and reverting to her usual witch-like demeanor, she slowly opened the door.

Song Che leaned against the wall and waited for her.

"Is the problem resolved?"

"...It's a minor problem, I can handle it."

Song Che looked up at Xia Li, whose silver hair was sticking up. He wanted to reach out and straighten it, but he held back. "Your hair is messy. Go straighten it in the mirror yourself."

"Okay, a little trouble."

Xia Li went to the bathroom. In the mirror, there was a girl with her bangs sticking up on both sides. Many of her silver hairs were rubbing together and standing up like little hedgehogs. Her right forehead was red and there was a finger mark on her left cheek. Her face was the calmest part of her whole body.

She stood in front of the mirror for a long time.

"...Shameful."

Xia Li's soft lips curved down as she combed her hair. The more she combed, the more her hair stood up. After combing one circle, it stood up again. She put down the comb, pressed her hands against the top of her head, and her silver hair was quiet for a moment, but as soon as she let go, it immediately stood up again.

Xia Li didn't understand, so she could only follow the silver hair to find Song Che.

After leaving the bathroom, I arrived at the bedroom door.

Song Che was tidying up his things with his back turned. He folded his bra, rolled up his stockings, put his pointed hat aside, and finally picked up the bra strap he had just taken off and a small piece of clothing underneath, and froze.

He took a closer look, shook his head, and put it on the bed. He then bent down to pick up Xia Li's little black boots, which were covered in mud. Song Che wiped them with his hand, but there were so many mud spots that only a shoe brush could clean them. He put the boots down and then examined the chest strap again.

Is this thing for girls?

Song Che touched it; the linen material was indeed rough. Compared to the clothes here, the difference in feel was as absurd as the difference in his and Xia Li's appetites.

Seeing Song Che touching her little clothes, Xia Li remained silent. She subconsciously glanced at the bedside table, vaguely remembering that the little book inside was not very proper. Then she shifted her gaze back, her eyes fixed on Song Che's hand and her little clothes. She lowered her slender hand from her head, her silver hair slightly sticking up, and her mouth tightened into a straight line.

Xia Li was thinking about how to punish him so that he wouldn't kick her out, and she could also feel better.

Staring—

Song Che picked up the neatly folded clothes, turned around, and his gaze met Xia Li's.

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"Your... hair is a bit frizzy."

"I know."

"When did you start standing behind me?"

Although Song Che hadn't done anything wrong, he still felt a little guilty. Sometimes, what stabs you in the back isn't necessarily a knife, but rather Xia Li's magic wand.

"Start from when you fold your little clothes."

"Oh..." Song Che said seriously, "These clothes need to be washed, and so do your little boots. I was just checking how to fold them."

"If you're going to wash it, why fold it first? What's the point of folding it?"

"what?"

Song Che suddenly realized that Xia Li was right, so why should he fold it first?

It seems like I subconsciously folded the clothes when I touched them. No, why did I touch them?

Song Che didn't expect that Xia Li, this little thing, still had a moment of clarity. He couldn't dwell on the matter of the little clothes any longer, so he said in a serious tone, "Fold them up and put them away for now. We'll wash them tonight. You fell and got covered in mud yesterday, so you can't wear them if you don't wash them. Let's cook now. Do you want to eat?"

"eat."

Upon hearing about cooking, Xia Li immediately agreed. She pointed to the silver hair sticking up on her head and asked in confusion, "I don't know what to do, I can't comb it out."

"It's easy. Just wet the comb a little and smooth it out."

“…Okay.” Xia Li glanced at the little clothes, then turned and went to the bathroom to smooth her hair.

Song Che placed the small clothes on the small sofa, and felt that there was a faint fragrance on them, probably the magic potion scent that Xia Li always carried, which had soaked into the clothes.

He scratched Bruce, who was half-awake, indicating that the cat food was not finished and that eating more cat food would be good for the bloodline.

Turning around, Song Che took two steps to the small kitchen partitioned off from the living room. He opened the refrigerator, took out celery and chili peppers, and then took out six eggs from the partition, cracked them into a bowl, and stirred them.

Xia Li had tamed her mischievous silver hair and stood quietly at the kitchen doorway. Watching Song Che's busy figure, she realized he wasn't paying attention to her and tried several times before finally managing to say, "...What do you need me to do?"

Song Che placed the mixed eggs on the cutting board, picked up the celery, rinsed it clean, picked up the knife, and began to chop the vegetables. "I don't need your help at noon. This time you just need to watch. Once you understand, the work of washing vegetables and rinsing rice will be yours."

If you learn quickly, I can give you the task of cooking rice too, but I'll still be the one stir-frying the vegetables. You can't do it, so I'll just have to cook and you can watch.

Song Che cut the celery into sections, then turned around, washed the green peppers, removed the seeds, sliced ​​them into strips, and placed them on the side of the cutting board.

Xia Li stood behind Song Che, tiptoeing. She couldn't see clearly, but she felt she understood the general steps. Having prepared potions for many years, she could remember steps that were much more complicated than this.

First, wash the vegetables, then chop them into appropriate sizes. In contrast, making a potion involves selecting the ingredients, adjusting the quantities, and then starting the preparation.

"Do you understand now?"

"……no problem."

"Okay, next is rinsing the rice. It's actually similar to washing vegetables, there's not much skill involved." Song Che scooped half a bowl of rice, added water, shook it, rinsed it, and drained the water when it turned white. He looked up and asked, "Got it? The only thing to remember is not to throw away the rice when you drain the water."

"...I understand perfectly, I will not waste food."

"Good to know." Song Che opened the rice cooker, put in rice, added some water, and waited until the water level was more than two centimeters high. He then put the lid on, adjusted the gas valve, and pressed the rice cooker button. He said, "To cook rice, you just need to make sure the gas valve is closed and press the button."

"clear."

Xia Li's hands found it very simple; these steps were less than half as complicated as making a potion. Xia Li's mind felt very clever; she only needed to remember when to press which button to complete the task.

She was determined to make Song Che realize that she wasn't a useless witch while cooking dinner.

Xia Li reviewed the steps to make sure she hadn't missed anything. Just to be on the safe side, she decided to go through them again... Song Che had already turned on the gas stove. As the button was turned, a blue flame suddenly leaped out. Xia Li's pupils contracted instinctively, and she raised her hand to unleash a super-level magic.

"Absolute freezing point".

"What do you say?"

"……fine."

"It's okay, could you bring me the oil, the yellow one at the very back of the cutting board, and the salt, the white bag with writing on it?"

"Okay." Xia Li handed the small bucket of oil and salt to Song Che, looking down at her palm with a sullen expression.

Song Che heated oil in a wok, added chili peppers, and focused on stir-frying the vegetables. Xia Li silently observed the layout of the small kitchen, and suddenly noticed a sticker of a blue cartoon planet on the refrigerator.

She looked up and asked, "Yesterday you said that if you have money here, you can take a rocket to a star and eat grilled fish. Is that true? What's a rocket?"

"It's fake. You can't go even if you have the money. But if you want to see the stars, you can go to the Stargazing Museum. Maybe you can see the Witch's Death Star there."