Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1119 - Chapter 1119 Chapter 1091 The Seller of Pots and Electrical

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1091: The Seller of Pots and Electrical Appliances Refuses to Take the Blame Chapter 1119: Chapter 1091: The Seller of Pots and Electrical Appliances Refuses to Take the Blame “Husband, do you guys use helmets to eat hot pot in the wilderness?”

“It’s not as good as hot pot. We just use iron lunch boxes to hold water, boil some wild vegetables and luncheon meat. I make the tastiest food because I can fish and use the milky white fish soup for cooking.”

Mario Yuno also diverted the topic, and Baron put away his conflicting feelings, reminiscing with Mario Yuno about some interesting incidents from the past.

Kiara sat with them for about ten minutes, and when the timing seemed right, she made an excuse to take Beautiful Lady home for a meal, having the male store manager take her home and leaving the space for the two old friends who had long been parted.

First, Mario Yuno discussed with Baron those strange and extraordinary events of the past. It had only been a few years, but it felt like half a lifetime had passed.

After a while, Baron’s tone shifted, laced with a touch of envy, he said.

“One, honestly, I’m really envious of you. You were born in a great place, and your country is becoming more and more powerful.”

“You too can make your home better.”

Baron shook his head bitterly, “It’s useless, I have come to realize at my age that my faith is broken, and now I just want to earn more money.”

“Didn’t you used to say money was useless, just external possessions?” Mario Yuno felt that Baron had changed.

“That was before I encountered real life, now… never mind, let’s drink!” Baron raised his glass, Mario Yuno clinked with him, and they both drank down their drinks.

After three rounds of drinks and a growing buzz, Baron abruptly uttered something out of the blue.

“One, if one day we end up on opposing sides, what do you think will happen? Would you confront me with those thunderous methods you used during our joint exercises?”

Baron shaped his hand like a gun and pointed it at his temple, then made a ‘bang’ sound with his mouth.

Mario Yuno patted him, “You’re drinking too much. Don’t get too caught up in the act.”

“Too caught up in the act… Life is just a play, and I’ve been trapped in it for a long time, One. I really envy you, envy the way you can use your passion to uphold your beliefs. Where have my beliefs gone, where have they gone…”

Baron drank and talked, Mario Yuno knew the sorrow in his heart but couldn’t say too much, he could only keep him company, drink after drink.

Mario Yuno didn’t get back until almost 3 a.m., reeking of alcohol, and collapsed on the floor of the hallway, not even taking off his shoes.

Kiara, wearing her robe, came over to remove his shoes and then tried to get him up.

She had no idea how strong Mario Yuno’s tolerance for alcohol was, given that she had never seen him drunk since their past life, so why was he like this today?

“Get up, go sleep inside.” Kiara tried to help him but saw Mario Yuno open his eyes, lying there looking at the ceiling, his gaze not drunkenly wild but lucid.

“Unbroken feelings like a chain, in one night thoughts of home turn temples to grey. Valiant dreams unfulfilled by a three-foot sword, my hometown lies separated by endless mountains.”

Seeing him recite the first half of such a poem while seemingly drunk yet lucid, Kiara roughly guessed the source of his sentimentality.

The joy of seeing an old friend was twisted by the reality of that friend’s current situation. A grown man couldn’t cry out his troubles or find solace in talking like a woman could; his only outlet was the bittersweet solace found in drink.

At this moment, he was both inebriated and sober.

Kiara watched him recite such a heavy-hearted poem and decided not to disturb him further. She went inside, brought out a thin blanket, and covered him with it, leaving him lying there as if drunk in the entrance hall.

Then he went into the kitchen to concoct a hangover soup.

Men are a strange creature, prone to bouts of solitude every now and then. During these times, no one knows how they feel inside–whether they also harbor emotions beyond masculinity, but they do look forward to such solitude. Even their most beloved are not to intrude on their lone licking of wounds.

Today, Mario Yuno met an old friend, stirring untold melancholy within him. He too wished to wallow in loneliness, but time was not on his side. Just two minutes into his act of a drunken sorrow, a loud crash from the kitchen jolted him back to reality–his sentimentality and alcohol buzz, both shattered by the noise!

Darn it, his daughter-in-law had entered the kitchen!

In the kitchen, the electric pot, although unplugged and no longer sparking, still displayed shocking black marks at the outlet and the smell of burned wires lingering in the air, testifying to the recent scare.

Stone-cold sober, Mario Yuno cleaned up the pot his daughter-in-law had blown up and the mess on the wall. Knowing she was at fault, Kiara stood at attention obediently with her hands down, ready to receive criticism with an open mind.

“You really are…” Mario Yuno wanted to find an adjective but found himself at a loss for words.

“Dark plums carry a hidden aroma, lying on branches where sorrows rest…” Kiara stood there, obediently making up a poem about her recent pot-burning mishap.

Beautiful Lady, who rushed over at the sound, was initially on guard as though facing a foe, scrutinizing the scorch-smelling pot. Upon hearing Kiara’s words, she tilted her head in confusion.

What are you even saying?

Mario Yuno was amused by her attempt to charm her way out of trouble–this Little Girl, playing cute after causing a disaster!

“Don’t talk nonsense, since when are you uneducated? When is your IQ low? If anyone’s IQ is low, it’s mine!”

It was his own fault for foolishly trying to emulate the melancholy poet!

“Although I messed this up, my intention was good! I saw you drinking so much and wanted to make you a hangover soup… How could I know… the pot was so shoddy! Seriously, Husband! I’ll confront the store about it tomorrow. It’s outrageous–such an expensive pot catching fire so easily is the mark of a heartless swindler!”

After reviewing her own mistake, Kiara shamelessly tried to pass the blame onto the appliance seller.

However, Mario Yuno was not about to let the appliance seller take the fall!

He pointed accusingly at the burned wire.

“How dare you shift the blame to the ethics of the appliance seller when it’s clearly your own clumsiness? Daughter-in-law, open those beautiful big double eyelids and look–this thin wire is clearly not meant for an electric pot that high-powered. With a wire this thin, how could it not burn? What on earth did you learn in your high school physics class about electricity? This won’t do. Daughter-in-law, step back–I can hardly keep the lid on your high school physics teacher’s coffin!”

Kiara’s cheeks burned with embarrassment; with so many wires on the wall, how was she supposed to know which was which? To just grab one and now be criticized like this…

“I warn you, stop insulting my high school physics teacher! Electricity–that was talked about in my middle school physics class! If any coffin board is to be pressed, it’s my middle school teacher’s!”

Mario Yuno was once again amused by her, reaching over to pinch her nose, “You, really!”

With a daughter-in-law like her, what was he doing pretending to be a literary man?

Laughing, Kiara cozied up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Hearing others’ stories, realizing one’s own life, since the electric pot has sacrificed itself for the house, why shouldn’t my husband cherish the person right before him?”

This sudden seduction caught Camden’s heart off guard.

His affectionate daughter-in-law~

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