"Is the food ready?" Bai Qingshi yelled at his wife for the tenth time. He tipped his head back and glared at Chu Xia, who was still trying to cut the cucumbers. "I asked you to do such a simple thing. Is it really hard to cook some pickled cucumbers and some rice? You just need to throw the spices together and mix them all up. Is it that hard?"
Now that Bai Qingshi knew that he could never rise back to the power and status where he had once stood, he had completely let go of himself. He no longer cared about anyone, including himself, so how could he treat Chu Xia better? He commanded her to do this and to do that.
