80s Marriage Swap: My Should-Be-Dead Husband Lives On-Chapter 150: Foot Soak

Wei Lai: "I think they all look great."

Jiang Ning looked at Wei Lai: "Wow, you really manage not to offend anyone."

Wei Lai chuckled.

"Okay, okay, everyone’s hungry, let’s get ready to eat," Sang Yu said.

Jiang Jingming came over carrying a cup of hot water: "Drink a bit of water, warm yourself up."

Sang Yu took the cup and drank, warming up her whole body.

"Brother Jingming, what about ours?"

"Captain, what about ours?"

Jiang Jingming looked at them, speaking calmly: "On the table."

Everyone glanced over and saw not only steaming hot water, but also steaming dishes on the table.

"Wow, Captain, you’re so kind! While we were playing outside, you were cooking," Lin Wen exclaimed with delight at the sight of the dishes.

"Brother Jingming, you’re the best."

"Uncle, when did you become so domesticated?"

Jiang Ning held Sang Yu’s hand and said: "Auntie, you’re amazing, getting Uncle to be like this, I hardly recognize him."

"You all talk so much, maybe you shouldn’t eat then," Jiang Jingming said coldly.

"Enough, enough, I’m hungry, let’s eat," Xu Ru’an quickly interjected.

Everyone rushed to the dining table.

The dining table quickly filled up, leaving two spots for Sang Yu and Jiang Jingming.

"Even though I wanted to eat sis-in-law’s cooking today, it seems Brother Jingming’s cooking is quite good," Wei Lai commented, unable to resist the temptation of the dishes.

"It’s my first time eating the Captain’s cooking," Lin Wen couldn’t help but say.

"It’s the same for me, I never thought Uncle could cook," Jiang Ning couldn’t help but tease.

"If you don’t want to eat, you can go home," Jiang Jingming replied.

"Eat, eat, how could we not? We’re eating now," Wei Lai quickly said.

This meal could be said to be the liveliest Sang Yu had ever eaten.

At the dining table, there was all sorts of merry making.

After lunch, everyone headed home.

Sang Yu lazily sank into the sofa, starting to feel sleepy.

Jiang Jingming approached with a basin of hot water: "Put your feet in for a soak."

Sang Yu looked at the basin of hot water and lifted her feet to put them in.

Before she got the chance, Jiang Jingming grabbed her foot: "Wait a moment."

Sang Yu was puzzled: "What’s wrong?"

Jiang Jingming: "You, you just put them in like that without worrying the water might be too hot."

Sang Yu playfully smiled: "Aren’t you here?"

Jiang Jingming looked rather helpless, gently placing Sang Yu’s foot into the water, "How’s the water temperature, is it too hot?"

Sang Yu let out a comfortable sigh: "Not hot, it’s very soothing. Jiang Jingming, you’re the best."

Jiang Jingming: "Realizing that now? Who is it that’s always unwilling at night?"

Sang Yu’s eyes widened: "Jiang Jingming, that’s a separate matter, you can’t mix them up."

"Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore. Just soak well, I’ll go tidy up."

Sang Yu waved him off: "Go ahead, go ahead."

Jiang Jingming teased Sang Yu by tapping her nose: "Ungrateful little thing."

Sang Yu called out: "What did you say?"

Jiang Jingming didn’t reply, and turned towards the kitchen.

Sang Yu watched Jiang Jingming’s busy figure, realizing he truly had the potential to be a good housewife and mother.

Watching, Sang Yu’s eyelids began to droop.

Perhaps because the foot soak was too comfortable.

By the time Jiang Jingming came out, Sang Yu was already asleep.

Jiang Jingming shook his head helplessly, pulling her feet out of the basin and drying them off.

Then he carried Sang Yu and headed upstairs.

...

"In this cold weather, what’s wrong with me soaking my feet?" Song Jiajia glared angrily at Lu Hao and Liu Fenglan.

"Song Jiajia, don’t think just because you’re pregnant you can act like royalty. It’s not enough that everyone is waiting on you hand and foot, now you want to soak your feet?" Liu Fenglan had had enough of Song Jiajia.

Lu Hao added: "Song Jiajia, enough is enough."

Song Jiajia: "Enough for what? Have you seen the state of this house? It’s freezing every night and I can’t sleep. What’s wrong with me soaking my feet? Asking you to heat some water is like asking for your life."

Liu Fenglan, impatiently: "You just want to act like the spoiled daughter of a capitalist, don’t you? We can all sleep, why can’t you?"

Song Jiajia: "I don’t care, if I can’t soak my feet today, I’m going home and I won’t come back."

Liu Fenglan: "If you have the guts, go. But once that baby in your belly is born, it’s coming back to our family."

Lately, Song Jiajia had been using this threat on them.

Liu Fenglan could no longer put up with it.

Song Jiajia scoffed: "How can your faces be so big? You don’t want to cater to me but you want the child? I’m telling you, dream on! If you won’t serve me, the baby won’t be yours either."

Liu Fenglan: "Not give it to us? It’s Hao’s child, you can’t refuse."

Song Jiajia: "The child is in my belly, you’re going to snatch it, are you? Go on then, try and snatch it."

Song Jiajia proudly puffed up her belly, which was quite obvious now.

Even through her thick clothing, it was visible.

Lu Hao remained silent, hoping the two women would resolve the issue themselves.

Liu Fenglan was shaking in anger.

Lu Hao finally couldn’t help but say: "Grandmother, just heat some water for her, it won’t take long."

Liu Fenglan was unwilling, but after hearing Lu Hao, she grumbled while heating the water.

Song Jiajia hummed smugly.

The vinegar she drank wasn’t for nothing. It’s about using the child in her belly to exert control over the family.

Lu Hao couldn’t help but say: "Song Jiajia, enough is enough."

Song Jiajia snorted: "What am I doing? I didn’t ask you to scale mountains of knives or to wade through seas of fire."

Lu Hao frowned: "Grandma’s getting old, you can’t keep having her do this or that. It’s wearing her out."

Song Jiajia glanced at Lu Hao: "If you’re so worried about your grandma, why don’t you do it yourself?"

Lu Hao paused, unable to respond, struck by how sharp-tongued Song Jiajia had become.

Song Jiajia chuckled inwardly. The words sound nice, but if he was truly worried, he’d have done it himself by now.

Such people are hypocritical and selfish, always blaming others.

Lu Hao felt embarrassed seeing the mockery and disdain in Song Jiajia’s eyes, arguing: "My grandma is your grandma too."

Song Jiajia scoffed: "I’ve never thought that."

Lu Hao frowned at Song Jiajia: "What do you mean by that?"

Song Jiajia said nothing, closing her eyes in feigned sleep.

Lu Hao’s face darkened a bit.