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"Are you sick?"

"Suddenly saying things like that."

Erina quickly composed herself. She deliberately turned her head, not wanting Renz to see the change in her expression. She attempted to use "insults" to hide the shyness in her heart.

Renz slapped his forehead. He hadn’t expected his words to break through Erina’s tsundere defenses, and the effect was remarkably significant, leading to a state of "verbal confusion." Because those words touched Erina’s heart, she was actually filled with joy, but it was precisely this overflowing joy, combined with her tsundere, awkward psychology and mindset, that prevented her from showing her happiness, resulting in this reaction.

"However, considering that your idea is quite good, and you thought of me, for the next few days, this Erina-sama will reluctantly give you, a massage," Erina

said, folding her arms.

"You can massage too?" Renz said in surprise. It was unheard of for Erina to offer to loosen Renz’s bones and give him a massage. Usually, it was Renz who "pleased" his wife.

Honestly, many people thought such behavior was "sycophantic," but it wasn’t. Taking care of one’s wife, could that be called sycophantic? It was merely being under his wife’s thumb. Moreover, if he didn’t care for his wife wholeheartedly, holding her in the palm of his hand, would he beat her? Especially a wife who had given birth to four precious children for Renz.

Renz often ignored Erina’s stubbornness; it was better to tolerate these small frictions for the sake of harmonious married life. Those who called him sycophantic were simply envious of Renz’s happy life, people who didn’t have a wife and spent their days being bitter. Besides, wasn’t Erina also willing to massage him?

"It’s just a casual squeeze, that’s all," Erina said after thinking for a moment.

Goodbye to me. A casual squeeze, attacking the kidney reflex zones, with Erina’s strength, wouldn’t that kill Renz?

"Then, should we just forget it?" Renz said cautiously.

"Massages are something that needn’t trouble my dear wife."

"You don’t want me to massage you?" Erina asked with great curiosity. "I felt very comfortable yesterday. Let me give you a massage so you can get some good rest

too?"

I felt comfortable because I’ve practiced! You haven’t

practiced. If you massage me, my bones are soft; I’m afraid they’ll shatter with one squeeze from you.

"How about this, Erina, I’ll still do the massages, and as for you... you can..." Renz suddenly fell silent. He discovered a significant problem. Aside from cooking, Erina couldn’t do anything else in daily life. Housework was either handled by him or by hired help.

"Play games with me?" Renz finally offered this suggestion, because he realized that besides playing games, which was normal entertainment, Erina might not be good at other things. He couldn’t let her discover this fact; he had to find a way to change the subject. Once she became stubbornly tsundere and insisted on massaging him, dismantling him, how would he drive in the future?

"Oh, right, Erina, when our restaurant opens later, let’s see whose dishes are more popular!" Renz said very cleverly. When the topic turned to cooking, Erina’s fighting spirit and passion immediately rose a notch.

"A cooking match?" Erina scoffed. "Speaking of which, it’s been a while since I showed what I can do."

"Do you really want to compete with me on this?" Erina smiled confidently. "Even you would find it hard to contend with me, who now controls the God’s Tongue."

Erina’s use of the God’s Tongue had reached its pinnacle. Combined with it, the texture of her dishes was almost unbeatable. Renz still had to rely on intuition and experience.

Erina only needed to touch a small part of a dish and taste it slightly after completion to know if there were any issues. If there was a problem, she’d redo it; if not, she’d serve it. Pure cheating. The problem was, others couldn’t say anything; this was a talent-based skill.

"As for the resort village chief, I think I’m more suited for the role," Renz was not to be outdone, also speaking boldly. "If my sales aren’t as good as yours later, I’ll give you a week of massages." Renz spoke with a "losing money" tone. Losing? Not at all. He had found an unassailable reason to legitimately touch Erina’s legs. I

concede, can I just admit defeat directly?

Winning or losing doesn’t matter at all, okay? If he won, his wife would be smug, and if she was happy, he was happy. If he lost, he’d massage Erina, and if she was comfortable, he’d still profit handsomely.

"Alright, if I don’t outsell you, I’ll massage you for a week," Erina said, mimicking Renz’s tone.

Renz’s face changed from sunny to cloudy. In the end, his own trick had backfired on him. Honest people couldn’t be tricked because honest people would make you shoot yourself in the foot, and Erina was genuinely an honest person. I shouldn’t have brought up "massage" in the first place. A miscalculation.

So, for this competition, he had to control himself. He had to manage to sell his dishes well, yet still narrowly lose to Erina. This would severely test Renz’s understanding and control of cuisine.

Fortunately, Erina’s cooking skills were very strong; even if Renz gave his all, he sometimes lost to Erina. It wouldn’t be difficult for Renz to lose this match. Because even giving his all, he couldn’t guarantee a win against Erina with her God’s Tongue, and if Renz genuinely wanted to lose, it would be easy. However, Renz definitely couldn’t lose too badly; he still needed to save face.

But regardless, this cooking showdown with Erina...

I, Renz, must lose!

He was betting on his resolve to give Erina a full body foot massage!

As Erina stood up, sparks seemed to fly between her and Renz’s eyes, like a duel.

The other three in the restaurant were whispering.

"Are they always like this?" Akira Hayama couldn’t stand these two anymore. Even with his composure and skill, he couldn’t handle such intensity. This romantic flash bomb was at least 3A standard.

"It’s normal," Hisako Arato sighed. "You’ll get used to this playful bickering."

"With what mindset did you get through all of this?" Akira Hayama asked with extreme incredulity. As Erina’s secretary, Hisako Arato had endured "pain" that ordinary people couldn’t tolerate; just thinking about it was terrifying.

"It’s nothing, just blessings. Don’t you think they’re doing well?" Hisako Arato said with a faint smile. "Seeing their happy expressions, I’m happy too."

"If only Alice could have the same enlightenment as you," Akira Hayama said, pointing to Alice, his mouth twitching slightly.

Alice had pulled out a doll from somewhere. She held a fork, her face grim. She mercilessly raised her hand and repeatedly jabbed the doll.

"Damn couples!"

"When will these couples just die already?"

"Boohoohoo, they’re so annoying!"

"Can’t they be lovey-dovey in their own room?"

"Force-feeding dog food in broad daylight, it’s inhumane!"

With every word, Alice’s raised fork plunged towards the doll’s abdomen.

"Rina calling Mama project, it is our undeniable duty!"

Alice muttered to herself. This was the great "Revenge Plan of the Single Archmage." It was time to strike back at the loving couple!

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