Since Shen Haoze had been working down in the workshop recently, when he saw the meatless yet full-flavored dishes laid out on the table, he suddenly thought He Xiuyu was truly blessed, blessed not only with beauty but also with culinary delights...
Could someone like Qiao Qingyu be what those men always talk about—a woman who could grace a hall and manage a kitchen?
Out of politeness, Shen Haoze was about to say something when Su Yunyao, following behind him, suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched the soft flesh of his waist.
Shen Haoze stiffened all over, not daring to show it, worried that shouting out loud would anger Su Yunyao and also be embarrassing.
He endured the pain, his body rigid, his face flushing red, as Su Yunyao quickly withdrew her hand, and then Shen Haoze ran to the living room as if making an escape.
