Yang Hongyu's eyes widened in an instant, and her face lit up with surprise.
"What's this new trick?"
Ye Fei replied with a mischievous smile, "You continue with your cooking, and the two matters won't interfere with each other."
"Yikes, you've got some nerve. How could that work? I'll surely end up ruining the food."
Once Yang Hongyu caught on, she immediately giggled and shook her head in refusal.
But Ye Fei didn't care about that and directly lifted her skirt.
"Go strip down to just an apron."
Hearing Ye Fei's command, Yang Hongyu blushed from her face all the way down to her neck.
"Ye Fei, it's not too good to do this in broad daylight, is it?"
Ye Fei raised an eyebrow and unceremoniously peeled off her dress.
"What's wrong with it? The courtyard gate is closed, nothing to fear. Also, from now on, call me 'husband' when we're in private, got it?"
Yang Hongyu, somewhat ashamed, crossed her arms over her chest and after hesitating several times, whispered, "Husband."
