Chapter Thirty-Four: What's Meant by "Three Women Make a Play".

  Ling Fei bitterly smiled and said: "I really don't want to go out, let's just order takeout instead, okay?"

  "Don't you trust my culinary skills? Why won't you let me cook?" Mu Rong Shimei pouted, looking wronged.

  Not to mention that this trick is useful for any man, let alone Ling Fei. Ling Fei wanted to retort several times, but opened his mouth and forcibly closed it again.

  He could only helplessly nod his head and continue to rack his brains thinking of how to make an excuse, just at this moment, there was the sound of a key opening the door outside. Ling Fei stood up conditionally, but it was already too late.

  Mi Yue opened the door and led Lin Ling out, with a basket of vegetables in her right hand. Sima Ke'er followed behind them, also carrying a bag of vegetables. They looked rather bored.

  Ling Fei's brain suddenly became empty with just one sound, and he didn't dare to think of anything else. There were only three words floating in his mind: "I'm done..."

  Murong Shimei was also stunned when she saw Mi Yue, and Mi Yue's expression was also stifled. Lin Ling, on the other hand, was different. When she saw Murong Shimei, she immediately skipped over to her side, grabbed her hand, and sweetly called out: "Aunt Murong, why haven't you come to see Little Ling? Little Ling misses you so much."

  Murong Shimei saw Lin Ling and revealed a heartfelt smile, squatting down to touch Lin Ling's adorable little face.

  "Auntie misses Little Ling too, is Little Ling behaving well?" Murong Shimei gently picked up Lin Ling and smiled.

  "Xiao Ling is so obedient, but Uncle won't play with Xiao Ling, waaah." Lin Ling's silly and adorable appearance made Ling Fei throw away his worries and sit on the sofa. He glanced at Mi Yue and Sima Ke'er who were still standing by the door; "Come in, do you want to stand outside?"

  Rice Moon smiled lightly; "No... no need, I..."

  "Come in!" Ling Fei frowned and said in a low voice.

  Rice Moon took a deep breath, seemingly somewhat wronged. She had been playing the role of a virtuous wife since moving into Ling Fei's home, as if she had become too deeply immersed in the character. It wasn't until today, when she saw Ling Fei bring a woman back with him, that she suddenly became aware that she and he had no relationship.

  "Hello, Murong Shimei." Murong Shimei put down Lin Ling and walked to Mi Yue's front, extending her hand.

  "Hello, Mǐ Yuè." Mǐ Yuè politely extended her hand and shook hands with Mù Róng Shī Měi, smiling.

  Simachuker also surprisingly didn't make a fuss or anything, obediently carrying the dishes into the kitchen.

  Lin Ling also felt that the atmosphere was a bit dull, and slowly walked to the sofa, rubbing her body against Ling Fei's side.

  "Alright, I think I should explain, things are like this." Ling Fei intentionally stirred up the atmosphere and began to speak.

  "No need to explain, there's nothing to explain. Your family has other people and I shouldn't interfere, no need to explain." Murong Shimei said with a faint smile, Ling Fei could hear a hint of estrangement in her words.

  Mi Yue didn't say a word, her eyes flickered as she glanced at Ling Fei, then lowered her head and remained silent.

  "Alright, Shī Měi, actually things aren't the way you think they are, I just..." Líng Fēi didn't know why, but hearing Mù Róng Shī Měi's words, his heart tightened and he opened his mouth to explain.

  "What's that? Don't tell me you're a hero on the street, saving her and bringing her home to settle down." Murong Shimei's tone had unknowingly become very provocative.

  Ling Fei was taken aback by her words. What she said was right, no one would believe such a story if told to them. If it were only Mi Yue, Ling Fei might have been able to bluff his way out of it, but with Sima Ke'er present, the situation had become rather precarious.

  Ling Fei sighed helplessly; "Alright, it's indeed like you said, I saved her on the street and then brought her back home, I'm not as...".

  Ling Fei sighed and shook his head, thinking to himself: "What's wrong with me today, explaining all this for no reason... the more I explain, the darker it gets..."

  "Ling teacher, I've said it, you don't need to explain to me, nothing's wrong, goodbye." Murong Shimei coldly threw out this sentence and walked towards the door.

  "Halt!" Ling Fei took a deep breath and let out a loud roar, he himself didn't know what came over him.

  Murong Shimei was stunned, her shoulders slightly trembling, but she didn't turn around.

  "Why do you women always have to play hard to get? Is it fun? Pretending to be generous with a handshake, and then you want to leave? I've already said what I had to say, whether you believe me or not is up to you. If you don't believe me, then just leave, I don't even want us to be friends." Ling Fei said, covering his forehead and speaking softly.

  Every day, he's busy with trivial matters, and Ling Fei has had enough of this feeling that's about to collapse. The last time at San Jia almost cost him his life, and he's been harboring a lot of anger in his heart. Now, Mu Rong Shu Mei's actions have triggered the eruption of his anger like magma. Ling Fei struggled to control himself, making his tone gentle, not wanting to yell loudly at Mu Rong Shu Mei.

  "Murong Shimei seemed to know that her previous action was a bit arbitrary, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say either. However, she still didn't turn around, with her back facing Ling Fei."

  Mi Yue glanced at Ling Fei, then looked at Murong Shimei again, pursing her lips. She walked forward and put her arm around Murong Shimei's shoulder, closing the door with her other hand; "Let's just say one thing less, Ling Fei only explained because he cares about you, I really have nothing to do with him, if you don't like it, I can move out."

  "No...no need." Murong Shimei said with a hint of embarrassment.

  Ling Fei took a glance at Mi Yue and let out a sigh, thinking to himself: "If all the women in the world were like Mi Yue, would men still be troubled every day?"

  However, he seems to have forgotten that just a few days ago, Sima Ke'er and Mi Yue were at odds with each other...

  Murong Shimei gently wiped her face, which originally had tear stains and became even more pitiful after crying again. Her long eyelashes still had tears on them, trembling slightly.

  Simachuker also walked out in time; "Don't say anything, let's make dinner first, come."

  As she spoke, she walked forward and pulled Mu Rong Shimei towards the kitchen. Mi Yue smiled and followed them into the kitchen.

  A moment later, three women's silvery laughter came from the kitchen, and this sudden change left Ling Fei somewhat caught off guard.

  The anger in his heart had long since flown away, and he couldn't help but caress Lin Ling's strange face with a bitter smile; "A woman's temper is as changeable as the pages of a book, the ancients were indeed not deceiving me..."

  ……

  Under the joint efforts of three women, a sumptuous dinner was quickly set on the table. During this time, Ling Fei tried to go to the kitchen to help several times, but was sent away by Mi Yue with the sentence "The kitchen is not a place for men".

  Idle Ling Fei could only sit outside and play a boring game of rock-paper-scissors with Lin Ling.

  When Sima Keer put the last steamed mandarin fish on the table, he said crisply: "Dinner is served!"

  Ling Fei stood up and stretched his waist; "Finally done, I found that you and a friend of mine are really alike, making dinner is such a hassle."

  Murong Shimei washed her hands clean, a smile on her face, the tear stains on her face had long been washed away, and she untied her apron; "Of course, do you think we are as careless as your men?"

  "My friend is also a man..." Ling Fei said with a hearty laugh.

  "Let's eat, or the dishes will get cold." Mi Yue walked out and placed a bowl of steaming white rice on the table, patting her hands.

  Ling Fei moved two stools to the table, let Lin Ling sit on one, and then sat down himself. He picked up a pair of neatly arranged chopsticks, picked up a piece of Kung Pao chicken, put it in his mouth, chewed, and stuck out his thumb; "Good! Really delicious."

  Upon hearing this, Sima Ke'er proudly puffed out her chest, her nose almost pointing to the sky: "Of course not, would a dish made by me be bad?"

  Muyong was polite to Mei Ke, but that didn't mean Mi Yue would be humble towards Sima Yi's daughter. She said with a hint of competitiveness: "Try the fish-flavored noodles I made."

  Ling Fei immediately sensed the underlying tone and awkwardly picked up a piece of fish-flavored meat, embarrassingly saying "good".

  Mi Yue was slightly displeased upon hearing this; "Is what she says really that delicious, while mine is just perfunctory?"

  "I... this... is... very good." Ling Fei was choked with emotion and could only praise.

  Murong Shimei said something unintentionally, making Ling Fei feel a blackness in front of his eyes, and he almost fainted; "That carp was made by me, try it and see how it tastes?"

  Watching Murong Shi's expectant face, Ling Fei couldn't bear to disappoint her kindness, so he picked up a piece of fish meat with several slices of coriander and put it in his mouth. The entrance was fresh and fragrant, the fish meat was smooth and tempting.

  "Good! This... this fish meat is really good!" Ling Fei couldn't help but exclaim.

  Murong Shimei smiled happily like a child who had just received a reward from his teacher.

  Mi Yue and Sima Ke'er naturally didn't want to fall behind, one by one introducing the dishes they had made, letting Ling Fei taste them.

  Ling Fei finally understood what it meant by "three women, one play"...