Chi Huan shook her head, her eyes, black and white distinct, looking at him, "It's not that."
Her earnest denial, on the contrary, seemed to pique Mo Shiqian's interest as he chuckled with a teasing lilt in his voice, "Oh?"
"Waiting for you to come back and cook."
The man's eyebrows immediately rose.
"I've missed your cooking, so I gave the kitchen staff a break."
Mo Shiqian softened at the sight of her, lifting his hand to pinch her face, "Little temptress."
His words carried that tone, but his voice was warm and doting as he laughed.
She pouted slightly, "Is it too much to ask for you to cook me a meal?"
Mo Shiqian couldn't help but lean down to kiss her again, "Mm, it's not too much."
He stood up straight, taking off his suit and casually draping it over the sofa before unbuttoning his cuffs and, as he rolled up his sleeves, he asked with a low chuckle, "What would you like to eat?"
"I had the kitchen prepare all the ingredients."
