My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 20 Song Che didn't know that he and Xia Li were a year apart.

Song Che finally understood what it meant to be a tough nut to crack.

The man in front of him had no money, was disabled in domestic chores, and didn't have a valid ID card, so he couldn't even get into an electronics factory. He just stayed at home eating and drinking for free. Song Che couldn't think of any way to recoup his losses except by selling him by weight to human traffickers with poor eyesight.

If Mom knew she'd raised such a useless little brat, she'd be furious.

Song Che sighed, resignedly squeezed some dish soap into the bowl, filled the pot with water, soaked the pot brush, and waited until the water level covered the bowl and plates before turning off the water and starting to wash the dishes.

"This stuff is called dish soap, it's used to remove grease." Song Che rinsed a bowl with water. "It smells nice, but you can't eat it. The fragrance is used to remove odors. If people eat it, they'll get sick. You're not much different from a human now, so you'll get sick too if you eat it."

Xia Li held out her hand, "...Can I wash the rest?"

"Come here."

Xia Li put her hand into the water, and her eyes widened instantly.

...It's so cold, yet Song Che didn't utter a sound.

She picked up the pot brush and, imitating Song Che, scrubbed it around. Just like when she brushed her teeth, Xia Li rigidly followed the brushing motion, but Song Che could definitely tell that she was trying.

The witch princess never does any work, and she would never put her hands into ice water to wash dishes in the dead of winter. These are things that maids are supposed to do, but after meeting her this time, Xia Li has changed a lot.

Song Che clearly remembered that when he died, Xia Li wasn't so gentle or reserved. At least she wouldn't wash dishes for others just to find a place to live, and she wouldn't feel guilty for owing him money.

Now, when she gets a cold shoulder, she purses her lips and sulks, sometimes even acting cute. Apart from that cold, aloof face that never smiles, she's definitely not the jealous witch Xia Li!

"..."

Song Che vaguely sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. After all, his appetite was what it was, so it was understandable that his personality might change a bit.

On second thought, it was illogical that Xia Li could come to the modern world with him.

"I'm done washing."

Xia Li neatly stacked the bowls, put the dish soap back in its place, and held a pair of wet chopsticks in one hand. "Where do I put this?"

"The chopstick holder, next to the dish soap."

Xia Li obediently did as she was told. Her aloof and ethereal face contrasted sharply with what she did. A girl who was only 1.64 meters tall, coupled with the prince's imposing presence, would usually intimidate anyone who didn't know Xia Li, especially boys.

Song Che glanced at Xia Li's hands. Her fingers were pink. Without magic, her body was that of an ordinary girl. Song Che said, "Rubbing your hands together or breathing on them can warm them up."

Xia Li breathed warm air into her hands, her dazed expression momentarily disorienting Song Che. The silver-haired girl in the light-colored hoodie was hard to reconcile with the mischievous witch she once was.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to make a bed."

Song Che pushed open the door to the other bedroom.

There were books and boxes piled on the bed, and a thin layer of wall plaster covered the mattress. Compared to the magic castle, the environment was exceptionally poor, and the smell of dust made Song Che rub his nose.

"Ah Qiu——"

Xia Li sneezed, and after that sneeze, her eyes became clear.

Song Che went to the bathroom to get a rag and mop, wet them a bit, and mopped the floor. The dust immediately stuck to the mop.

Wipe away the paint from the mattress with a cloth, and the room will look a bit tidier.

Xia Li kept her eyes on Song Che the whole time, memorizing the steps. She would have to do these things herself in the future. Without magic, she would have to do them manually. She had to learn them clearly, otherwise the little rascal would definitely look down on her.

Thin or thick sheets, pull up the four corners, put on the duvet cover, and then put on the quilt and pillows... It's not that difficult.

"The bed is made, so leave it like this for now. Just pile the other odds and ends up next to it. As long as the sheets aren't messy, you don't need to worry about it when you make the bed. If you're a restless sleeper... never mind what I said."

Song Che took the mop and rag away, went to the bathroom, and rinsed them clean with water again.

Xia Li followed behind him, mimicking his movements, until Song Che picked up her little black boots and reached out with ill intent. Xia Li's toes curled up in her slippers, and her eyes revealed vigilance.

What is he doing with the shoes?

"To wash my shoes, could you please bring me the shoe brush from the sink outside? I'll scrub off the muddy water."

Song Che, adhering to the same attitude as when cleaning shoes, took a sniff. The little boots didn't have any strange smell; instead, they had a pleasant fragrance of magic potion. The insoles were also quite clean, so all that was needed was to brush off the muddy water.

The witch's magic is so convenient; with a single cleaning spell, the shoes are spotless.

"Did you find the shoe brush?"

"……Give."

Xia Li handed Song Che a light purple toothbrush.

You've stopped brushing your teeth?

"No, that's not it. The shoe cleaner is underneath. Using that will give you a fungal infection in your mouth."

"...Oh, I don't know."

Xia Li turned back to look for it, put her toothbrush back in the cup, and retrieved the correct shoe brush.

Seeing that Song Che wasn't doing anything strange and was just diligently cleaning the shoes, she felt relieved. Xia Li left the washbasin, took the chibi sunflower to her bedroom, closed the bedside table which didn't even have parchment, put away the magazines on the table, and sat on the bed to start reading.

This book... seems different from the one on my bedside table.

This book is serious.

Song Che ignored what Xia Li was fiddling with in the room. He hung up his little boots to dry, stood at the sink, and looked himself over.

To be precise, it means looking at the top of one's head.

It was completely empty, without even the most basic label.

Song Che had looked at it several times while brushing his teeth that morning, and now he was finally certain that he could only see other people's labels.

There are three types of tags: inherent characteristics, life status during that period, some inner thoughts, and recent behavior.

Moreover, you can't just choose whichever you want to see; at most, two labels will appear randomly: one feature and one life status.

So far, the biggest beneficiary of this ability is Bruce—it has earned him two gold coins.

It's a lucky cat.

It can also ward off evil spirits. Bruce will have a hard time ending this without a super evolution, right?

Beep beep—

Song Che answered the phone, "Hello, who is this?"

"Brother, I successfully ordered the cake and I'm with Jiang Xiaoxiao now, but I miss you, brother. Can we go to school together tomorrow?"

What do you need to tell me when you order a cake?

"It's not on my way, go by yourself..."

"Don't hang up, don't hang up, I'm just too happy, I have something important to tell you."

Jiang Shuo, on the other end of the phone, hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Speak, what is it?"

"I must repay your life-saving grace. I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight, are you coming?"

"I just happened to see it, no need to worry about it."

"No way! You know what fate is, this damn fate is too amazing. I have to treat you to a meal. You know, my parents believe in Buddha and God. I even cursed God before, so from now on, I'm going to believe in you."

"...You don't believe in Buddha, but you believe in me? I am Qin Shi Huang! I'll appoint you as the Grand General of Heavenly Command, are you in or not?"

WeChat payment received: 50 yuan.

Song Che's lips twitched as he looked at the WeChat notification.

...Do you really want me to give it to you?

"No need for further explanation. You weren't the one who was saved, so you don't understand. I absolutely have to treat you to a meal today. You know, coming back from the dead is something that would be considered a life-or-death bond in ancient times. At the very least, it would be a life-or-death friendship. I'm begging you, I can't bear not treating you to a meal."

Song Che was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where are they? Who are they?"

"The location is at Four Seasons Restaurant. Jiang Xiaoxiao, me, you, and my sister-in-law are here..."

Before Song Che could explain...

creak-

A crack appeared in Xia Li's room, revealing a few strands of silver hair first, followed by her blue eyes.

She gazed at him quietly, her eyes so clear they seemed to ask: "Want to eat? Will you take me?"