My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 613 - 532: Got Scolded

Little Seventh took the takeout out while muttering:

"Young Madam, this takeout is truly unhealthy. Homemade food is always better."

"Can you cook?"

"Of course."

"How long does it take?"

"A few hours, maybe."

"Forget it, I’m starving and can’t wait. I’m eating first before I die of hunger."

When it came time to eat, Little Seventh, who’d been preaching about unhealthy food, was the one eating most voraciously.

"After working so long, finally I don’t have to go to bed hungry tonight. Young Madam, I’m all for you."

Lu Qing glanced at him: "Oh? Are you complaining now?"

Little Sixth’s expression froze—oh no, he had forgotten Young Master Lu was here.

"No, no, no, I’m showing gratitude to Young Madam! She really thinks of us—even when ordering takeout, she didn’t forget about us. I’m so touched!"

Lu Qing gave Little Sixth and Little Seventh a glance. After spending so much time with Qin Miaomiao, these two had thoroughly gone off script. There was no saving them.

Ou Beichen finished a chicken wing and said flatly:

"Sis, you’ve got to remind them next time. This one’s fried too long—it’s not crispy enough."

"I agree. I checked the nearby takeout. This late at night, only this place is open. Next time we’ll plan ahead—how about trying crayfish tomorrow?"

Little Seventh shook his head: "Crayfish needs to be homemade; otherwise, it’s not clean. Leave it to me." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Little Sixth suggested: "Crayfish should be paired with beer, or it’s no fun."

Qin Miaomiao raised her hand: "The crayfish is settled, Little Seventh will handle it. Get it done before eleven o’clock so we can eat on the dot. Of course, we’ll need beer. Think of it as a midnight snack. How’s that?"

Little Sixth, Little Seventh, and Xiao Chen: "Young Madam, you’re awesome!"

Lu Qing: ....

He couldn’t help but remind her: "Miaomiao, you’re definitely going to gain weight."

Qin Miaomiao: "If I just drink porridge every night and skip midnight snacks, I’d starve to death. Between starving and gaining weight, I’d rather choose to gain weight."

"Oh? Is that so?"

A voice broke in. Mr. Jiu walked out slowly with his hands behind his back, and everyone jumped in shock. Qin Miaomiao immediately pushed the blame away!

"It was Lu Qing who wanted to order takeout! Definitely not me—I was totally tempted into it."

Everyone: ....

Never had they seen someone so shameless, with such impeccable blame-deflecting skills!

Lu Qing: ....

Betrayed by his wife so thoroughly—what could he say? He was truly despairing.

Mr. Jiu sniffed the aroma, glanced at the group chomping away loudly, and before he could speak—his stomach... growled.

Instantly, the atmosphere turned awkward.

Mr. Jiu felt as if his entire dignity had just been destroyed by those few stomach growls—his honor, ruined in an instant.

Qin Miaomiao picked up another unopened box of chicken wings:

"Ninth Uncle, want one?"

Mr. Jiu furrowed his brows. His illustrious image, years of wellness discipline—how could they possibly be defeated by gluttony?

"No need. Eating such greasy food at night—do you know how many calories? How much cholesterol?"

Everyone: ....

It suddenly felt like being scolded by the school disciplinarian.

"From now on, nobody is allowed to eat midnight snacks. Take care of your health, all of you. Especially you, Little Jin’er!"

Qin Miaomiao was singled out—boohoo! She hadn’t been scolded in so long—Ninth Uncle was so scary! Though everything he said was reasonable, but... this humble servant really could not comply!

"And you—Lu Kid! Is this how you watch your wife? Joining her in mischief? Where’s your self-control?"

Lu Qing fell silent. As a billionaire mogul, being lectured over takeout by his father-in-law—this... was humiliation!

Mr. Jiu walked off with his hands behind his back.

Qin Miaomiao looked like a wilted eggplant—the midnight snacks, the crayfish, the Golden Arches takeout, all gone just like that...