After Marrying The Evil God

18- temper

Fu Mingye rinsed his mouth three times while in the bathroom, but he still felt lingering disgust when he came out: "Why is vinegar sour?"

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Qi Baicha was puzzled: "Should vinegar be sweet?"

Fu Mingye: "... I mean, why is it so sour."

"Being a fanboy is a normal human behavior." Qi Baicha took a bite of fish, "But drinking a bowl of vinegar is not."

Anyone who drank such a big bowl of vinegar would probably throw up because of how sour it was.

Fu Mingye was not a human, nor was he a god. He was a vinegar jar.
t/n: vinegar jar = slang for someone easily jealous

Furthermore, this vinegar jar couldn't vent its dissatisfaction at the moment. Fu Mingye never quarreled with Qi Baicha. When he was angry and jealous, he would only get him back in bed. But now because of Qi Baicha's health, he could only endure it.

The way he felt was written clearly on his face.

A man's low laughter suddenly sounded from the TV, one which was extremely sultry.

Jiang Yan's troublesome face appeared on the screen again. He was dressed in red, with green threads loosely scattered around him, looking extremely attractive.

Fu Mingye reacted fiercely: "Why haven't you changed the channel yet!"

Qi Baicha: "Huh?"

"Can't you see that I'm jealous?" Fu Mingye complained insufferably, picked up the remote control, and switched the channel to a news broadcast.
t/n: literal chinese translates to "eat vinegar," which is what fu mingye did earlier

The TV finally didn't show the face that disgusted Fu Mingye anymore.

Qi Baicha bit his chopsticks, then put it down and said: "I can see it, you drank a big bowl, and even ran to throw it up."

"Would I drink a bowl of vinegar for fun?" Fu Mingye said angrily, "I'm implicitly telling you that I'm jealous, you hurry up and come coax me."

Qi Baicha said unhurriedly: "Mr. Fu, you're stating that explicitly."

Fu Mingye said aggrievedly: "And yet you still don't come to coax me. You didn't even change the channel. You don't care about my feelings at all."

Qi Baicha contained his laughter and stuffed another piece of chicken into his mouth.

Mr. Fu looked so cute when he was normally jealous.

What he was like when he was abnormally jealous... Naturally, he would just throw Qi Baicha onto the bed to do this and that.

When Fu Mingye saw Qi Baicha being indifferent and instead eating with relish, he was even more incredulous: "You're even eating my food."

He looked at Qi Baicha's eyes, as if he were looking at a heartbreaker.

Fu Mingye suddenly reacted, his expression sinking: "You can't eat these now; didn't I say that you should avoid it?"

Qi Baicha had a meal with chopsticks: "But I want to eat it. Who told you to buy so much."

Fu Mingye emphasized: "You have hemorrhoids."

"... You don't need to emphasize." It wasn't like he actually had hemorrhoids.

Fu Mingye pointed to the white porridge on the table: "I bought it for myself. Yours is this one."

Qi Baicha said softly: "It won't matter if I eat one meal, nothing will happen."