“Of course he…” Just about to say “of course,” she caught a glimpse of him picking up the knife again, a look of displeasure on his face. She quickly changed her words, “Of course not. Really.” Afraid he wouldn’t believe her, she emphasized her words.
“Have any other men eaten your cooking?” An Zhang asked with a smile.
Glancing at the knife, she noticed the kitchen was filled with a sour atmosphere despite no vinegar being used. She didn’t dare hesitate and immediately spoke an untruthful response, “No, no.”
“So I’m the first lucky man to taste your home-cooked meal?” Showing his charming and gentle smile, he raised the knife excitedly, waiting for her answer.
“Um,” looking at the sharp blade in his hand, she suspected that an unsatisfactory answer might result in the knife accidentally swinging towards her. Without thinking, she replied, “Hehe, that’s right, you’re the first.”
An Zhang happily put down the knife, hugged his dear wife, and kissed her cherry lips, whispering lovingly, “I’m so looking forward to the meal you’ll cook. It’ll definitely taste better than anyone else’s.”
“Then go wait in the living room,” Stone Xuan gazed at her intimate lover, a smile spreading across her face.
“No, I want to watch you cook,” he couldn’t bear to leave his beloved wife for a moment.
“Okay,” she laughed softly, turning to pick up the spatula, with a warm body covering her from behind.
She smiled, a cute dimple appearing on her right cheek, matching the dimple on her husband’s left cheek as he pressed his face against her left side.
On the stainless steel hood above the gas stove, their intimate, smiling faces were reflected. The husband embraced his beloved wife, ignoring the rain outside. The bright kitchen was filled with warmth and sweetness.
(End)
