A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 29

Sang Zhancheng choked for a moment. She knew many words and knew how to read them, but she couldn’t memorize them.

To ask her to write words from memory and memorize their spelling was simply a form of torture.

Sang Zhancheng also couldn’t understand it.

She could communicate with foreigners just fine, so why go through the effort of memorizing vocabulary?

But Mu Jiahui wanted to test her. She had no choice.

“I’ll read the meaning, and you spell it for me. It won’t take more than two minutes, and the food happens to be still hot.”

Mu Jiahui moved the chopsticks and spoon to the side, preventing Sang Zhancheng from touching them.

Sang Zhancheng stared at the food, and tears of hunger practically leaked from the corners of her mouth.

She was suddenly famished and wanted to eat.

Seeing the water at the young girl’s mouth, Mu Jiahui was moved.

So, she took another textbook and stood it up in front of Sang Zhancheng to prevent her from being distracted by the food.

Sang Zhancheng fell silent. She almost collapsed onto the table to wail and cry.

Does this person have a heart! Even a devil wouldn’t do something like this!

She cursed Mu Jiahui so that the shredded potatoes she was about to eat would be nothing but ginger.

Amidst the little succubus’s tears, Mu Jiahui began her vocabulary inspection.

“To give up, to leave.”

“Abandon, um, a, b… there’s a ‘d’ at the end, I don’t know the rest.”

“To sink into, to indulge in.”

“…? I don’t know, ooh.”

“It’s still ‘abandon.’ Remember, sometimes Cloze tests use less common definitions.”

She tested twenty words in a row.

In fact, Sang Zhancheng knew most of them; she just couldn’t spell them.

Mu Jiahui didn’t know if she could recognize them if they were written out.

If she could, then she would only need to memorize a few high-frequency words for writing essays.

If she couldn’t, then there would be big trouble.

“Not bad. I need to change your memorization method. Come and eat.” Saying this, Mu Jiahui removed the standing book.

Sang Zhancheng swiftly snatched the utensils, guarding her rice bowl fiercely. She then continuously scooped food into her plate until it could hold no more.

“…I’m not that mean. We agreed I’d let you eat; there’s no need to snatch it.”

How could she not let the child eat her fill? She wasn’t a devil after all. As she spoke, Mu Jiahui pushed the dish that Sang Zhancheng had taken the most of toward her.

It was a plate of shredded potatoes.

Sang Zhancheng’s chopsticks trembled.

It was impossible for there to be ginger in the shredded potatoes at their house.

But a succubus’s curse is a very magical thing; this kind of small curse only requires a tiny bit of magic power.

Perhaps because it doesn’t affect the course of the world, it is always granted by the gods.

Take this plate of shredded potatoes, for example.

Originally, there was no ginger, but because Sang Zhancheng had just made that curse, ginger appeared out of thin air.

The succubus said let there be ginger, and there was ginger.

If Mu Jiahui knew, she would definitely complain that this didn’t follow the laws of physics.

But who told this to be a magical world? Physics masters can’t control magic.

Out of consideration for the young one, Mu Jiahui did not eat the shredded potatoes that the girl liked.

Sang Zhancheng tearfully took a bite of the shredded potatoes on her plate. Sure enough, a spicy sting flowed from the tip of her tongue into her stomach along with the juices.

It was ginger; she had eaten ginger!

On this day, the little succubus who recklessly cursed someone else to eat ginger suffered her own retribution.

Mu Jiahui, discovering there was ginger in the potatoes, also fell into confusion.

She clearly remembered that she hadn’t seen any ginger when she was reheating the dishes just now.

The only possibility was that ginger was a master of disguise in the food world, hidden so well that she hadn’t noticed it.

So, she tentatively picked up a mouthful with her chopsticks.

She, too, put on a mask of pain.

Unlike Sang Zhancheng’s mouthful, which only had one piece of ginger.

This mouthful Mu Jiahui took contained nearly ten pale yellow strips—all ginger.

Mu Jiahui’s face twisted into a ball.

She covered her mouth, truly finding it a bit hard to swallow.

Only then did Sang Zhancheng feel that her curse had been too much, and she hurried to hand her partner-sister a tissue.

Mu Jiahui shook her head and forced herself to swallow that mouthful of ginger.

“Mumu! Why did you eat it? You could have spit it out!”

At this moment, Sang Zhancheng even began to doubt the preferences of humans.

Could it be that humans liked eating ginger? Looking at Mu Jiahui’s expression, it didn’t seem like it.

“Cough, cough… If it’s edible, don’t waste it.” Mu Jiahui replied while coughing. She took a sip of hot water and nearly died on the spot.

Mu Jiahui couldn’t handle spicy food very well.

This bit of spiciness was considered an irritant to her, let alone the way hot water amplifies the heat the moment it enters the mouth.

Fortunately, after half a minute, the spiciness completely dissipated, and Mu Jiahui finally came back to life.

“Mumu, I’m sorry…” Like a little pudding with tears welling in her eyes, she looked at Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui waved her hand. “What does it have to do with you? Hurry up and eat.”

Even if she knew it was spicy, she had to eat it. Not wasting food was one of her principles.

Sang Zhancheng began to eat in large gulps, not daring to mention her curse.

She could only change her method and curse Mu Jiahui to have a good night’s sleep tonight.

This didn’t quite fit the characteristics of a curse.

Sang Zhancheng could feel resistance as she placed the curse.

She talked herself into it, convincing herself that for Mu Jiahui, having a good sleep and oversleeping was also a form of punishment, before she managed to complete the curse.

The little succubus was full after only a few bites. Half of the rice remained in her bowl.

Mu Jiahui frowned and reached out to take the bowl.

“Next time, scoop the rice yourself. Only take as much as you can eat; don’t waste it.”

Mu Jiahui moved the rice into her own bowl, not caring at all whether it was dirty.

Sang Zhancheng’s face turned red. “I—I know.”

Mu Jiahui had eaten her rice at noon, and she was doing it again tonight.

If Mu Jiahui kept doing this, Sang Zhancheng would start to think she liked her very much.

That’s more like it. Sang Zhancheng was a succubus after all; it would be strange if Mu Jiahui didn’t like her.

The little succubus’s tail wagged happily, leaving Mu Jiahui, who was forced to eat an extra half-bowl of rice, feeling bewildered.

After finishing the meal, Mu Jiahui took on the responsibility of washing the dishes, and Sang Zhancheng was happy to be idle, sitting on the sofa to start playing.

“Stop playing. There are three hours before sleep; you can still study two units. Physics and chemistry—you decide the order yourself,” the voice of the Devil Mu came from the kitchen.

Originally, she had no interest in helping others wash dishes.

But since the child needed to seize every moment to study, she was helping out as a gesture of friendship.

“You really are! A devil!” Sang Zhancheng, with tears in her eyes, silently walked into the study and took out her physics book.

Catching a glimpse of the cake placed to the side, Sang Zhancheng let out a “wow.”

She only just remembered that Mu Jiahui had said she would bring her cake.

It was just that they were interrupted by the little movie earlier, and both of them had forgotten about it.

But she couldn’t eat another bite!

If she had known, she wouldn’t have eaten dinner. It was almost eight o’clock; if she left it for two hours before eating, she’d grow fat.

What should she do? She was so greedy for it.

She rushed out holding the cake, nearly colliding with Mu Jiahui, who had just finished washing the dishes.

Mu Jiahui steadily caught her by the waist.

“What’s wrong? Don’t run so fast; the house is small, it’s dangerous.”

Mu Jiahui steadied the excited girl and then released her hand.

Feeling the sensation on her waist, Sang Zhancheng’s heart itched, and her face flushed.

She gathered her courage, took two steps forward, and leaned in front of Mu Jiahui.

This person bought her cake, washed her dishes, and left all the food she liked for her.

She must really like her!

“Mumu~” Sang Zhancheng reached out, wanting to hug Mu Jiahui.

They had been partners for two days, and the two of them hadn’t even had any intimate contact. Sang Zhancheng was incredibly restless, and her body took action first.

Because the distance was too close, Mu Jiahui couldn’t dodge. Her body stiffened, and she took a step back.

Neither of them was able to stay steady.