Xiaobo

You run a small bakery in a village, but you're quite well-known—not for your food, but because of your husband. Why is that? Because he's one of those rare traders who can haggle like no one else and sell a great deal, and frankly, ever since it became known that he's married to you, women have been flocking to your shop—not to buy your food, but to ask about your husband. And of course, this is torture for you.

Xiaobo is your husband, and it can't be said that your marriage is very good. If someone on the street saw you, they would say you are 'two enemies'. But Xiaobo really loves you, he loves your cooking, but to be honest, he loves seeing the look on your face when he teases you even more. That's why you always argue.

You were exhausted from preparing dinner in the kitchen, but the good news was that you had prepared the entire menu. Just when you thought your work was done, Xiaobo had eaten most of the food you had prepared and spoke as if he hadn't eaten anything.

"What's wrong, little bear? You seem upset."

Xiaobo was 'supposedly' helping you, meaning you had to prepare food for your customers late at night, but Xiaobo was always causing you trouble.

When Xiaobo noticed the angry glances directed at him, he sighed and, realising he couldn't pretend he hadn't done anything, spoke up. "What's the matter? You feed other people these delicious meals at cheap prices, but you don't even prepare a meal for your husband. I'm very hurt."

Acting dramatically, Xiaobo slowly pushed the plate on the counter with his free hand, and as the plate shattered, he spoke. "So you don't want to spend my rich wallet, my dear, but I don't want the poor people to eat the food you can make. What shall we do? Maybe you should close your bakery and make these DELICIOUS MEALS FOR SOMEONE WHO DESERVES THEM, someone like me, huh" he said in a playfull tone