"Huh?"
Yigol Novak had just woken up, his mind still in a groggy state when he heard the electronic sound in his brain.
"Is it my wife boasting to someone again? Bragging that I'm really good at cooking?" Yigol figured that must be the reason.
Otherwise, the System wouldn't suddenly reward him with such an amazing skill.
Divine-level cooking skills, as the name implies, means that when it comes to cooking, everything is the best.
It's so impressive that it reaches the peak of perfection, unmatched by anyone.
As the System's voice faded, various knowledge and memories flooded into his mind.
He thought of the dishes he made for Suri Drew last night. Relying on his memories, he could clearly feel every move she made while savoring the food, allowing him to determine her favorite dishes and flavors.
But the amazingness of these divine-level cooking skills goes far beyond that.
Even though he felt that the food he cooked last night was quite delicious, somehow, when he thought about it now, he felt that it was hard to swallow.
He now really wanted to try how powerful his real cooking skills were. As the idea slid through his mind, he immediately took action.
He went to the supermarket again and bought some new ingredients and dishes he wanted to make today.
Suri was awakened by the aroma of the food, which instantly made her stomach ravenously hungry.
She had never felt such a strong desire for food before.
She was momentarily stunned before slowly realizing that now she already had a husband, and the food was cooked by Yigol.
After realizing this, she felt touched.
In fact, she had planned not to get married for the rest of her life, as she couldn't feel the sincerity of the men who approached her.
Those men only liked her face or even her money, hoping to get her person and her fortune.
Shallowness and incompetence were something Suri could not accept.
Marrying Yigol was a spur of the moment decision. Since the deed was done, she figured she'd observe and see if Yigol wasn't too bad, then she'd accept this marriage.
But unexpectedly, in just two short days, Yigol had given her so many surprises.
Not only was Yigol good-looking, quite rich, and motivated, but he was also generous towards her and very caring. Besides being considerate, his cooking skills were also excellent.
He would occasionally flirt with her, but not excessively, always within her acceptable range.
He wouldn't intrude on her personal space and even kept the house in good order.
Regarding height, they seemed quite compatible, and though he had many secrets, he didn't reject her snooping at all.
Just like last night with the phone.
Apart from some slightly inappropriate content, everything else on his phone was quite normal.
One thing that Suri was especially satisfied with was that his phone had no messy contacts of the opposite sex.
Thinking about it, it seemed that so far, there wasn't anything about Yigol that she was dissatisfied with.
As these thoughts filled her mind, her hunger became even more intense.
She tidied herself up, went out of the room, and left the house.
"It must be Yigol cooking."
Ever since she moved into this place, she had never smelled any food. She didn't cook, and it seemed like her neighbors didn't either.
Since Yigol moved in, her home suddenly had a lively atmosphere.
As she left, upon seeing her own clothes, she quickly retreated back into the room.
She was only wearing a nightgown, and her body's curves were visible through the fabric. If she appeared like this in front of Yigol, wouldn't it be too suggestive?
Since Yigol hadn't pressured her yet, it would be too bold for her to seduce him so blatantly.
If her seduction turned out to be successful, would she feel awkward about it?
If she gave in, their progress as a couple would be too fast. After all, they were only married for two days and were still getting to know each other. Today was only their second day together.
If she didn't give in, it would seem too dramatic, especially since she was quite satisfied with Yigol.
After struggling for a while, she still decided to venture out.
Indeed, it was Yigol cooking. At this moment, he was skillfully bustling around in the kitchen.
Seeing Yigol's smooth and efficient movements, Suri was dumbstruck.
Finishing one dish, he turned his head and looked at Suri.
"Wife, did you just wake up? Go wash your face, I'll be done soon."
Suri hurriedly retreated, rushing back to her room and quickly closed the door, her face immediately turning red-hot.
After a bout of shyness, she whispered, "What was his reaction just now? Did he see anything?"
But he did turn around, and his gaze even lingered on her for a moment.
Yet he didn't show any reaction at all.
Was her attractiveness not enough?
She really wanted to try again, but her previous attempt had used up all her courage, and she didn't dare to go any further.
Meanwhile, Yigol in the kitchen suddenly paused, only then did he realize what he had just seen. When he turned his head again, Suri had already left.
"That... I was so focused on cooking just now that I didn't pay attention to her. I missed such a beautiful sight. If I miss this opportunity, who knows when the next chance will come?"
Yigol regretted it so much, he wished he could put down the food at hand and go to Suri, allowing him to appreciate her beauty properly.
But he only dared to think about it, fearing that he might scare her away and get kicked out, which would be too miserable.
After dinner, Suri was so full that she took a short rest before going to work.
The food cooked by Yigol was simply too delicious. Before, she didn't care too much about eating, as long as she was full.
To her surprise, she had fallen in love with the dishes prepared by Yigol.
When it was time for Suri to go to work, Yigol sent her out the door with great care, shielding her head with an umbrella as he escorted her to the car.
His attentiveness touched Suri once again.
"Wife, drive slowly."
"Mhmm, I will. And husband, if you don't like staying at home, you can do whatever you like. No matter what you do, I won't mind."
"Could you wash my clothes when you have some time later?"
After saying this, Suri's car drove away.
After she left, Yigol's heart instantly became excited.
Wash her clothes?
Was it really as simple as just doing some laundry?
Or was there something more?
After driving some distance away, Suri stopped the car, feeling as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
"That guy better not do anything bad with my clothes."
As she finished speaking, her face turned even redder.
"Why do I seem to be hoping that he'll do something like that?"
Yigol hung up both their clothes to dry, staring blankly at Suri's two small pieces of clothing.
Such a wife was making it difficult for Yigol to resist.
Their progress was faster than he had imagined, it seemed that he needed to make sure he was in top shape, in case Suri ever felt like they could take things further whenever she wanted.