TSWPF -Chapter 343 Instruction

On the road, Li Qingling ran into Magistrate Ma and greeted him with a smile.

Magistrate Ma looked at the lunchbox she was carrying with a trace of grievance, then glanced back at her. “Madam, please walk slowly.”

Li Qingling was puzzled by the mournful look in his eyes. What was wrong with Magistrate Ma? Why was he looking at her in such a strange way?

She thought for a while but couldn’t figure it out, so she put it out of her mind and happily went to find Liu Zhimou, holding her lunchbox.

When Liu Zhimou saw her coming, he quickly cleared the table and waved at her with a smile.

Li Qingling walked over, smiling, and asked if he was done with his work.

He said he was almost finished, then reached out to take the lunchbox from her. Lowering his head, he sniffed the contents. “Smells amazing! Darling, what did you make for me?” Being able to eat a meal made by his wife made him feel incredibly happy.

Li Qingling asked him to open it and see if he liked it.

Liu Zhimou reached out and lightly scratched her palm with his fingers. “As long as it’s made by you, I’ll like anything.”

“…Wow.”

He was so skillful with his sweet talk that she felt completely defeated.

Li Qingling gave him a playful glare. “Stop dawdling and eat quickly.”

“Yes, my lady.”

He carefully opened the lunchbox and took out the food. Seeing all his favorite dishes, he smiled with joy, squinting his eyes, and quickly kissed her cheek. “Thank you, my lady.”

“You…” Li Qingling touched her cheek, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then said with mock sternness, “If you act up again, I won’t deliver your meals next time.” This man was really more uninhibited than she was.

If anyone saw him like this, his high-status image would be ruined.

“Darling, it’s just the two of us here. No one else is around.”

“That’s still not allowed.” Li Qingling glared at him, refusing. Who knew someone might suddenly pop out? It would be so embarrassing if anyone saw them.

Darling is too shy…

Liu Zhimou sighed softly in his heart and quietly asked if it would be okay in the bedroom.

“…!” Li Qingling instinctively raised her hand to cover her face and shouted, “Eat!”

“Yes, my lady.”

Seeing that she was about to be flustered, Liu Zhimou quickly put away his smile, picked up the bowl of soup, and took a slow sip, sighing. The food made by his wife was just so delicious.

Li Qingling sat next to him, propping her chin on her hand, and said softly, “The old hen soup wasn’t made by me, you know.”

Was it really okay for her to act like this?

Liu Zhimou gave her a slightly resentful glance, put down the soup, picked up his chopsticks, and ate. After swallowing, he asked if she had eaten.

Li Qingling nodded. “Yes, I ate before coming. You just eat, don’t worry about me.”

Hearing that she had eaten, he finally relaxed and ate heartily.

After the meal, he leaned back comfortably in his chair, holding her hand, and gently caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, looking at her softly.

Li Qingling’s heart raced at his gaze. She licked her lips, pulled back her hand, and stood up to clear the dishes from the table.

“Don’t move.” He pressed her hand down. “I’ll do it. You stay seated.”

He quickly cleared the bowls and chopsticks, washed them, and brought them back.

“Sir?” Magistrate Ma, who had returned after finishing his own meal, saw Liu Zhimou carrying the dishes and exclaimed in surprise.

Was Sir really going to wash the dishes?

Could it be true that Madam said he could cook and clean at home?

Imagining this almost-immortal gentleman cooking made him shiver. It was terrifying.

Liu Zhimou glanced at him coldly and asked softly, “You finished eating so quickly?”

Why did this guy come back so fast? So inconsiderate, leaving no time for him to spend with his wife.

Was Sir complaining that he returned too early? Was he?

Magistrate Ma looked at Liu Zhimou, wanting to cry but with no tears. He really didn’t mean to—he thought Madam would just deliver the food and leave. Who knew…

Next time, he would be careful. Absolutely careful, he swore.

Liu Zhimou silently withdrew his gaze, put the dishes back into the lunchbox, covered it, and handed it to Li Qingling.

“Don’t wait for me tonight. You eat first, don’t starve.”

Li Qingling nodded, took the lunchbox, and gave Magistrate Ma a smile before leaving.

Her smile made Magistrate Ma glance at her twice more. Madam was beautiful even without smiling; with a smile, she was irresistible.

Liu Zhimou returned to his chair, cleared his throat, and called for Magistrate Ma.

What did it mean for his wife to stare at him like that?

Coming back to his senses, Magistrate Ma smiled and asked if Liu Zhimou needed anything.

Liu Zhimou pushed a large stack of case files toward him. “Go through these. Let me know if you find anything wrong.”

Magistrate Ma accepted the stack obediently, placing it on his desk, and began reviewing diligently.

He thought this was a sign of Liu Zhimou’s trust. It wasn’t until Liu Zhimou went home for dinner, leaving him alone, that he realized Sir had done it on purpose.

Just because he glanced at Madam twice, Sir got jealous.

Magistrate Ma sighed silently, warning himself that he must never look at Madam again—or he feared he would overwork himself to death.

Having a jealous boss was really hard!

The next day, Hu Juanjuan came to visit Li Qingling and asked if she was delivering lunch to Liu Zhimou.

“No need. I had the guards deliver it.” Last night, Liu Zhimou had told her she didn’t need to bring him food—he would come back and eat himself.

Li Qingling knew that when he got busy, he wouldn’t have time to come home for meals, so she insisted on delivering it. In the end, he compromised but, concerned for her, sent the guards instead.

Li Qingling agreed, going along with him.

“Should we also send a portion to Magistrate Ma?”

“No, no. He’ll eat when he comes back.” Hu Juanjuan waved her hand dismissively but then burst into laughter.

Li Qingling looked at her, puzzled. “What’s so funny?”

Hu Juanjuan laughed and said, “Yesterday, my husband came home mumbling, so I asked what was wrong.” She glanced at Li Qingling, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Madam, guess what he said?”

Li Qingling was intrigued. “What did Magistrate Ma say?”

Hu Juanjuan took a sip of tea, cleared her throat, and imitated his tone: “Madam, you personally cooked and delivered food to Sir.”

Li Qingling smiled faintly. “And how did you respond?”

Hu Juanjuan chuckled, “I said, ‘But I personally cooked for you, didn’t I?’ Thinking of my husband’s words, I laughed until tears came. ‘Guess what he said next?’”

Before Li Qingling could ask, Hu Juanjuan said, “He gave me a mournful look and said heavily: ‘Madam personally delivered food to Sir.’ Only then did I realize he wanted me to deliver it to him.” She laughed uproariously again.

Thinking of her husband’s expression, she couldn’t stop laughing.

Li Qingling also couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Now she understood why Magistrate Ma had looked at her so mournfully—he was upset that she personally delivered food to Liu Zhimou, but Hu Juanjuan hadn’t.

Magistrate Ma was actually… quite adorable.

After laughing for a good fifteen minutes, Hu Juanjuan rubbed her stomach and calmed down. This was too funny—it had hurt her stomach from laughing.

“He also said Sir often shows off affection in front of him, making him helpless.”

Li Qingling rubbed her cheek. She hadn’t laughed like this in a long time; her face hurt from smiling so much. She took a sip of tea to ease her dry mouth and said, “Then today, you personally deliver lunch to him. Let him show off his affection in front of Sir too. Give Sir a little ‘stimulation.’” She didn’t expect the usually serious Magistrate Ma to have such a… hilarious side.

“He’s just speaking casually; don’t worry about him,” Hu Juanjuan said. For ordinary couples, what mattered was filling their stomachs, not romance.

Li Qingling wiped the tears from her eyes, composed herself, and looked at Hu Juanjuan seriously. “Women compare with women; men compare with men too. If you go along with his wishes and deliver him a meal, it’ll make him very happy. Truly.” She paused. “It can also improve the relationship between husband and wife.”

Men need to be cherished too. Pamper him appropriately; it will make him happy and care more about you.

Hu Juanjuan’s cheeks flushed. She shyly asked, “Really?”

She… had never thought about such things, let alone done them.

Li Qingling nodded. Then she explained the male psychology and how to handle husband-wife relationships.

“This is my own perspective. If you think it makes sense, you can try it. Every couple’s dynamic is different; you can’t blindly copy.”

Hu Juanjuan was silent for a moment, then held Li Qingling’s hand and sighed, “Don’t let your age fool you—you know far more than I do.” She had never considered these issues before, but now, listening to Li Qingling, she realized it really made sense.

The relationship between husband and wife must be maintained, or it can become distant.

From today, she would change her approach.

Make her husband more and more obsessed with her so he wouldn’t stray.

No wonder the magistrate only adored his wife…

Thinking of this, Hu Juanjuan stood up. “Madam, I’ll come ask for more advice another day. I must go now.” Before Li Qingling could respond, she hurried off.

She had to go home, cook, and personally deliver it to her husband.