Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 453 - 438 Floating Desire to Become Immortal (Thanks to Sandy from the bookstore for the reward of 10,000 book coins!)

Chapter 453: 438 Floating Desire to Become Immortal (Thanks to Sandy from the bookstore for the reward of 10,000 book coins!)

He sliced the tomato into perfect, even rings. The juice didn’t spill out, and the color was vibrant and enticing.

Zhao Chun thought she wanted to eat the tomato. He carefully placed half of the sliced tomato into a porcelain bowl, sprinkled a little white sugar on top, and said to her gently, "Here, eat this for now. Tomatoes are cold in nature, so eating too much isn’t good for the body. That’s why I can only give you half."

Such a little glutton.

Tian Sangsang gave the tomato Zhao Chun handed her a faint glance, then pointed at the fresh, green cilantro in a bowl next to the cutting board. Her tone was brimming with excitement: "Who wants the tomato? I want to eat this!"

Zhao Chun was instantly petrified, staring at her disbelievingly for several moments:

"Are you sure, Sangsang? This is cilantro!"

Tian Sangsang, practically drooling, nodded decisively:

"That’s right! I want to eat cilantro! It looks so tempting!"

Zhao Chun quickly set down the plate he was holding and blinked rapidly as if facing a crisis. "Fine then. I’ll make noodles today, and I’ll add extra cilantro in your bowl later."

"The baby can’t wait any longer." Tian Sangsang pointed at her belly and widened her eyes to look at him. "He’s roaring right now. Roaring, ’Mommy, hurry up and get me some cilantro to try! Last time I wanted to eat water caltrop, you didn’t have it. Now I want cilantro, and you’re still not giving it to me. Bad Daddy Zhao! I won’t acknowledge you as my godfather anymore~~’"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Tian Sangsang waved her hand grandly and raised her eyebrows with a domineering flair, "Forget it. I’ll do it myself. I’ll just wash the cilantro clean and eat it raw!"

Zhao Chun got a fright and hurriedly stopped her hand. "I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Don’t touch the water!" Was there no food in the house? Or did he not feed her enough recently? Why did she suddenly want to eat cilantro? QAQ

Cilantro isn’t even close to being a snack!

Zhao Chun washed three small sprigs of cilantro carefully with clean water.

Tian Sangsang, unable to resist any longer, reached out her hand, intending to pick them up and eat them directly.

Zhao Chun, seeing her impatient expression, said cautiously, "Eating it like this is too plain. Wait a moment, Sangsang. I’ll chop it up and add some seasonings. It’ll taste better that way." You can’t just eat it this crudely—that’s how an animal would eat it.

Watching him carefully chop the cilantro, the kitchen knife gleaming under the light, even Tian Sangsang was taken aback.

Oh my god, what’s happening to me? How did I go from being a person to becoming an animal?

A herbivorous one, at that.

What kind of little monster was she carrying in her belly?

Zhao Chun chopped the cilantro into small sections, then minced a clove of garlic into tiny pieces and placed them into a porcelain plate. He poured soy sauce over it, added a dash of vinegar, and gave it a stir.

Garlic and cilantro are already incredibly fragrant, and with the addition of soy sauce and vinegar, the aroma became absolutely irresistible.

Originally, the plan was for Sangsang to just eat the cilantro raw, chewing it like a carrot, one sprig at a time.

But with Zhao Chun’s preparation, Tian Sangsang’s cravings grew even stronger.

"Done," Zhao Chun said warmly, looking at her with a smile. "You can eat it now."

Tian Sangsang paused, then suddenly suggested, "I think it’d be even better if we added a Little Chili, chopped into pieces and mixed in."

Zhao Chun shook his head without hesitation, his eyes shining: "Don’t push your luck."

She still wanted chili? He had already told her to eat less of it.

"Just a little, just a little, okay?" Tian Sangsang deliberately softened her voice. "It’s been so long since I’ve had Little Chili."

Unable to resist her mischievous tone and expression, Zhao Chun—who was used to seeing her bold and domineering side—finally relented. He chopped a bit of chili into the dish, and sure enough, her eyes lit up with joy, and she smiled gleefully.

Tian Sangsang said happily, "Trust me, it’s perfect now. This little side dish, paired with rice, will take you straight to heaven."

"How about we add a chicken drumstick and make it divine bliss?" Zhao Chun teased back.

"Perfect!" Tian Sangsang was so elated she nearly kissed him. "Thank you, Zhao Chun!"

Bubu, I was just joking earlier. Zhao Chun was on the verge of tears, rubbing his nose. How did she lead him astray again?

Resigned, he picked up the kitchen knife again. Suddenly struck by a thought, he realized they had chicken drumsticks at home.

That actually sounded pretty good. Pouring the cooking sauce over the rice and pairing it with the side dish.

Just imagining the garlic’s fragrance combined with the soy sauce, vinegar, and spicy Little Chili was enough.

Shit. He was starting to drool. No wonder Tian Sangsang was so gluttonous.

So Tian Sangsang grabbed the plate and headed out, calling over Meng Shuyan.

She offered him a bite.

Meng Shuyan wiggled his little nose, sniffed, and exclaimed, "It smells amazing!"

Then, using the chopsticks, he picked up a bite of cilantro, bit into it with his little white teeth, and his big eyes lit up. "It’s so good, Mommy."

"Isn’t it delicious?" Tian Sangsang took a bite herself and beamed, "Your Chun Zisu made this."

The mother and son took turns eating, finishing the small plate of cilantro in no time.

Fortunately, Zhao Chun came out with bowls of rice just in time—perfectly cooked rice, each grain flavorful and infused with the scent of chicken drumstick sauce. There was also a large bowl of chicken drumsticks, aromatic and overflowing with deliciousness.

Finally, Zhao Chun brought out another plate of cilantro prepared the same way as before, along with some soup.

The soup was almost entirely clear, with just a few floating garnishes—scallions, dried shrimp, oil droplets, and small chunks of braised beef from an instant noodle pack, sprawled across the surface like blooms.

At this sight, Tian Sangsang nearly drooled rivers, flashing Zhao Chun a thumbs-up.

Meng Shuyan mimicked her and gave a thumbs-up as well.

That meal, Tian Sangsang ate three full bowls of rice, several chicken drumsticks, and the refreshing side dish. Her taste buds were completely overwhelmed. At one point, she accidentally bit into a chili and was so overwhelmed by the spice her cheeks turned bright red. She grabbed the soup and gulped it down, tearing up as she drank, yet still wanting more.

The meal was simply incredible!

Zhao Chun and Meng Shuyan weren’t much better off. Both were sweating from their foreheads to their noses, their faces flushed as they panted and stuck their tongues out, emitting little hissing sounds. Even though the spice was overpowering, they couldn’t stop themselves.

This is the allure of chili—so flavorful!

After the meal, Zhao Chun busied himself with washing the dishes, while Tian Sangsang sat on the sofa, rubbing her belly. She couldn’t help but sigh, "Life is all about eating and drinking."

At that moment, the cilantro cravings finally overshadowed her lingering thoughts of water caltrop.

Full and satisfied, it wasn’t long before she found herself leaning drowsily against the sofa, almost nodding off.

Zhao Chun, noticing her head bobbing up and down, sat across from her and called softly, "Sangsang?"

"Hmm?" She opened her drowsy eyes.

Zhao Chun hesitated before saying, "I have to go back to the East Sea tomorrow. The movie’s finished, and I need to return to wrap things up."

Tian Sangsang knew he had come to Beijing this time for the movie, and now that filming was over, it made sense for him to leave. The sudden prospect of separation made her feel a pang of heaviness in her chest, but she kept her semi-reclined position. "When tomorrow? I’ll take you to the station." Her tone perked up a bit.