"I told you I don't want to have anything that is cooked by your hands." Saying this Xie Jayden threw the soup bowl so hard that it directly landed on the couch nearby.
"But Mr Xie, who told you that I made this soup for you? That server got it in front of your eyes." Xiao Xing then adamantly lied to him just to make him drink that soup. He moved near the telecom and called the room service again to get the same soup for Xie Jayden.
"I said I will not have anything that is made by your hands. You got me, Xiao Xing." Xie Jayden kept a straight face but put his head on the bedpost messaging his forehead with his fingers when his headache shot up unbearably.
"Well, we will see to that... Mr Angrybird!" Xiao Xing commented while getting up from the bed after seeing his husband had closed his eyes due to pain in his head.
"What? What did you just call me?" Xie Jayden retorted hearing his comment but again closed his eyes in intolerable pain.