My Trillion-Dollar Assets is Exposed by My Wife’s Bragging!

Chapter 238 - 238: 238: Instant Noodles Can Also Be Compromised With

Chapter 238 - 238: 238: Instant Noodles Can Also Be Compromised With

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Suri Drew moved closer to Yigol Novak and whispered, “Honey, does it look like those people over there are about to start a fight? Should we get out of here?”

Yigol Novak, laughing, replied, “Dear, you’re worrying too much. They’re not about to fight; they’re just talking with a bit too much enthusiasm.”

“Who needs to raise their voice that high just to chat? They look like they could start a fight any moment. Don’t fret, you’ll gradually get used to it, dear. This sort of scene is common in rural areas. They all love to talk loudly. It might seem exhausting, but they get a thrill out of it.”

“They are just venting. Our men at home are mostly the ‘not daring to speak loudly’ type. Isn’t it a great opportunity for them to release their steam when they finally get to go out? Ah, it’s so dull staying silent at home all the time.

Emotions need a vent, we should understand them.”

Hearing Yigol’s explaining patiently, Suri nodded understandingly, “Oh, I see, that’s interesting. Looks like quite fun actually. Ouch, that’s too spicy…”

Suri was eating and talking at the same time and without realizing, she put a bright red chili into her mouth.

The spice was so strong that she immediately spat it out and grabbed a bottle

of juice to gulp down.

In no time, she finished the entire bottle of juice. Suri was just beginning to feel better, when she started feeling the spice again.

Yigol couldn’t help but laugh and quickly handed her a bottle of Sprite, “Dear, try keeping it in your mouth for a bit then spit it out, the spice will gradually subside.”

Suri did as advised and indeed, it helped a lot.

“Honey, let’s pay the bill and get out of here. I don’t want to eat anymore. Even two bottles of Sprite won’t save me.”

Yigol laughed, paid the bill and left with Suri.

As they were leaving, Suri looked back at the noisy table and said to Yigol, “Honey, look at them, always arguing, I mean, chatting so loudly. They keep swearing, won’t this upset people?”

Yigol shook his head, “No, they always chat like this. Nobody gets upset. They are just venting their feelings, simply ignoring any rude words. This actually has its benefits. Releasing emotions contributes to health, otherwise, remaining depressed is not good for the body.”

“If someone behaves gently all the time while suppressing their feelings both at home and outside, imagine how uncomfortable he or she would be? Prolonged suppression could lead to major, irreversible faux pas.”

“The crimes of passion you see in movies are done by people with long-suppressed emotions. Whereas seemingly fierce people are actually kind-hearted and used to suppressing their feelings. However, once they lose control of their emotions, there could be serious problems.”

“Most things have dichotomies. Look at those guys, furious here. They might be those types who dare not even breathe at home, accepting whatever their wives say.”

Suri giggled upon hearing Yigol’s words and asked him “Honey, what type are you?”

Yigol chuckled exasperatedly and, not responding to Suri’s question, just pulled her along.

The couple quickly got into their car, “Let’s go. It’s getting hotter here.”

“Why are you grinning like that?” Suri looked at Yigol and asked puzzledly.

It was after she got comfortable, seeing her face in the car mirror nearly scared the life out of her, “Oh my God, is this… this really me?”

“Is this really me?”

The woman in the mirror had alarmingly swollen lips.

Suri’s vanity couldn’t accept this abrupt change in her appearance. She was shocked to see her face like this as she hadn’t prepared herself for it.

The sight of Suri’s reaction was too amusing for Yigol who held back another laugh.

“It’s nothing, dear. You’ll be fine in a bit. Have some more to drink.”

Suddenly looking unhappy, Suri glared at Yigol, “So, this is what you’ve been laughing at all along?”

This time, Suri was genuinely affected by the spice. Not only were her lips swollen, but her face was also flushed red, cheekily described as resembling a monkey’s bottom.

In Yigol’s view, she looked extremely adorable. He was trying to suppress his laughter all this while. He hadn’t expected Suri to call him out on it.

“The car’s air conditioning is okay. It was so hot outside earlier, and now we can finally cool down. Let’s head off, dear.” Yigol quickly changed the subject. If Suri carried on this way, she might start a fight with him right there on the street.

“You’re terrible.” Suri directly threw herself onto Yigol, ready to bite into his arm.

Yigol quickly begged for mercy, “Darling, darling, spare me. This wasn’t my fault.”

“Ahh…” Suri’s mouth pained as she touched Yigol’s hand.

“Can’t you eat a little more carefully?” Yigol quickly handed her some water. “Honey, it felt fine when I was eating. How is the aftertaste so strong? The dishes you prepare are not like this. Your dishes, after I finish eating, make me feel okay after a little while.” Suri explained with disappointment.

“Exactly, because what you ate is prepared by your husband. How can the hot pot here compete with what your husband prepares? Now get up, or else people will think we’re trying to procreate in broad daylight. I don’t mind, but I worry you might get shy.” Yigol gently pushed Suri, signifying her to sit properly.

Suri’s mood had just soothed a little, but hearing Yigol’s last sentence made her almost explode with anger.

“What procreating? If you make such a lewd comment again, see how I deal with you.”

Yigol defended himself with an innocent look, “Dear, you can’t keep hurting me like this. I might react if you continue. And if I were to act impulsively and do something to you in the car, don’t blame me and start crying.”

Suri landed a punch on Yigol’s shoulder: “Try saying that again. I’m done talking to you. That van over there, is it selling durian? I’m going to buy durian so you’ll end up like those noisy folks, venting your frustrations outside.”

Suri looked around, seemingly not satisfied until she sees Yigol squirming in discomfort.

Yigol giggled and said, “Dear, this is the countryside. Where would you find durian? That fruit is so smelly, you better not eat it.”

Suri, very determined, said, “Well, even a washboard or keyboard would do. Or even instant noodles if that doesn’t work. There’s a supermarket over there, let’s go buy a carton..”