Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

"Star!" Xiao Sanyue shouted while holding up her phone. After hurriedly closing the live stream, she rushed over and grabbed the guy whose XP was trash can tightly.

"No! No!"

...

After fiddling with it for a while, Fu Xuan seemed to lose interest, casually shoved the jade tablet back to Yu Chen, and buried his head in his arms, nuzzling him a few times.

"Like a young calf."

Yu Chen couldn't help but laugh.

Fu Xuan looked up at him with a stern face and snorted in dissatisfaction, "You're the little calf! You old calf!"

"Alright, alright... I'm an old calf~" He shrugged helplessly, then chuckled, "Now the old calf is going to nudge the little calf!" As he spoke, he snuggled into Fu Xuan's arms and rubbed against her, fully enjoying the warmth and softness of his wife.

Fu Xuan yielded to him, not resisting. If her husband wanted, she'd let him kiss and touch her.

It's nothing serious. That's how it is between husband and wife; they're always close in life.

"Dumplings~"

"Oh... I almost forgot..." Yu Chen suddenly woke up and tried to slide off the bed.

"I'll pack them up first, and then we'll cook them for dinner tonight."

Fu Xuan got up, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her cheek against his back, whining, "I want to make dumplings too~"

"Be a good girl and wait here. Play by yourself for a while, and I can wrap it up too..." Yu Chen turned to look at her, then suddenly changed his tone and smiled as he ruffled Fu Xuan's hair.

"However, if my wife wants to make them, then let's do it together!"

"Good~"

Fu Xuan hugged him tightly, then suddenly let go, falling backward. She then raised a soft little hand, smiling at Yu Chen, and said, "Help me up~"

Yu Chen chuckled and naturally took her small hand, "Your Majesty, please rise~"

Fu Xuan looked at him with a smile in her eyes, and Yu Chen also looked at her with a gentle expression and deep affection in his eyes.

"My husband," she called softly.

He nodded, gently embraced her, and whispered in her ear, "I'm here."

Fu Xuan tilted her little face and affectionately nuzzled Yu Chen's cheek, her voice soft yet full of tenderness, "I love you..."

"I love you the most too."

Yu Chen's voice was soft and quiet, yet the firmness it conveyed left no room for doubt.

I really can't live without him anymore...

She didn't know how many times this had happened, but the thought had resurfaced in her mind.

...

Before making dumplings, you have to clean up the mess left over from lunch.

This time, Yu Chen's attitude was very firm. He held his wife and pressed her down on the bed, telling her with a serious expression that she was not allowed to move and that he would be in charge of washing the dishes today.

Fu Xuan looked at his fair hands, knowing that he was worried about him, but unlike mortals, the bodies of immortals were not so easily damaged; washing dishes wouldn't cause any harm at all...

but…

The Grand Diviner sat on the table, gently swinging her legs, watching with a smile the man standing by the sink diligently doing chores, her heart filled with happiness…

Of course he knew, he was perfectly aware, but he still just wanted to sit there obediently and wait...

Chapter 288 Dumplings

"If they won't let me wash the dishes, at least they'll let me help out when they make dumplings, right?"

Fu Xuan jumped to the ground, gently bumping into Yu Chen's back, and touched his firm abs with both hands, hugging him tightly.

Yu Chen wiped his hands, pulled his wife in front of him, looked down at her for a while, and nodded silently.

If she really wants to play, then let her have her way...

Anyway, making dumplings won't hurt your hands.

Lost in thought, the Sword Saint played with his wife's small hand for a moment, secretly marveling that her hands were much thinner and more delicate than dumplings...

The more he touched it, the more he loved it. He couldn't resist grabbing it and kissing it before letting go.

Fu Xuan's face flushed slightly, and she gave a soft, reproachful hum, but her eyes, as she glanced at him, held an undisguised joy and happiness.

Since I bought dumpling wrappers directly, I skipped the troublesome process of rolling out and pressing the dough. All I had to do was chop up the meat and wrap it in a bag.

The process became much easier and simpler, but some of the fun of cooking was lost in the process.

Yu Chen didn't let her touch the knife, so Fu Xuan could only obediently watch him slash the knife, leaving afterimages.

The title of Sword Saint is well-deserved. In terms of swordsmanship alone, Yu Chen is even a well-known figure on this Luofu Immortal Ship!

Of course... that's a different story when you consider the overall culinary skills...

However, Yu Chenchen's cooking skills have improved considerably, so her cooking is not bad either. At least she can ensure that Fu Xuan eats happily every meal.

Hmph~ If the taste is acceptable, plus the ultimate buff from her husband's personal cooking, the little diviner will certainly be extremely satisfied!

Da Da Da~

The cleaver and cutting board made a dense, rain-like sound as the lump of meat was manipulated back and forth in Yu Chen's hands. Fu Xuan barely had a chance to see it before it turned into a pile of minced meat.

I added some seasonings to the meat and prepared it slightly, skipping the marinating process, but I don't know if it will taste good.

However, with dinner approaching, there wasn't enough time to let it spice things up any further...

Fu Xuan had already rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair and smooth arms, ready to get down to business. Her mission was...

Make dumplings.

A job with absolutely no challenges~

But Fu Taibu, still in high spirits, was having a great time playing (crossed out).

With fingers wet, her nimble, delicate hands quickly pinched up dumpling wrappers, wrapping large fillings inside, each one perfectly filled.

Yu Chen leaned on his hand, watching her. He looked at his wife's pretty face and her nimble movements, but didn't go up to do anything more.

Since she brought it up, she must want to play more, so I should just stay put and give her plenty of space to have fun!

Before long, Fu Xuan had finished wrapping a whole pot of dumplings.

She let out a satisfied sigh, raised her hand to wipe her face, and a touch of white powder covered her faint smile.

Yu Chen smiled and leaned forward to wipe away imaginary sweat from her forehead with a tissue, saying softly, "My dear wife, you've worked hard~"

"I'm not tired, my husband is tired~" She shook her head, raised her small hand which was covered in white flour, and happily nestled into his arms.

Yu Chen gently wiped the white powder off her face, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Without needing many words, he simply lowered his head, and Fu Xuan obediently closed his eyes, tilted his face up, and went to meet him.

A light kiss, though not as passionate as a deep kiss, is enough to warm and sweeten one's heart.

Boiling water was poured into the pot, filling it to the brim, but it was only enough for one meal for two people.

There's no way around it; the stomach of that gluttonous sword saint is truly a bottomless pit. One meal from him is equivalent to three strong, adult men without any problem.

After boiling, add cold water three times and bring to a boil again; the dumplings will then be basically cooked.

The sun, which had been setting in the sky, had quietly sank below the horizon, leaving only a faint crimson glow hanging in the sky, staining it a magnificent blood-red hue.

After sitting in the courtyard for a while, Fu Xuan watered the flowers that Yu Chen had casually planted earlier. Seeing that they were still growing well, he felt happy.

Her light, graceful steps, accompanied by pristine white stockings, reached Yu Chen's heart; the pink hem of her skirt swayed gently, captivating his attention.

Fu Xuan nestled against his chest, tilted her head back, and reached out to poke his slightly dry lips.

Her bright eyes blinked as she looked at him for a while. Seeing that he had been lost in thought for a long time, she asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

"Your foot... cough, it's nothing. Let's eat?" Yu Chen pulled back from the brink, forcibly swallowing the words he was about to utter. His gaze was fixed intently on Fu Xuan, but his unwavering eyes revealed a hint of guilt.

The astute diviner immediately noticed his odd behavior and asked with some suspicion, "Really?"

“…I’m hungry.” He slightly averted his gaze, not giving a direct answer.

Fu Xuan squinted, stood on tiptoe, and stared intently at Yu Chen's face.

The Sword Saint couldn't stand being stared at, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"Hmph... I'm not blind, I know what you were thinking just now without even having to calculate." Fu Xuan suddenly relaxed and gave Yu Chen a meaningful look.

Then, her face flushed, she hummed softly, "Your eyes are practically glued to my legs..."

Are you thinking about these things all the time?

"Not entirely. Most of the time, I'm simply thinking about you, my wife." Yu Chen wasn't ashamed that his clumsy pretense had been exposed. He gently picked her up and carried her into the house.

I've been thinking of you so much I'm practically dizzy with worry~

"They've always been together, how could they do that... You're just talking nonsense."

Fu Xuan lowered his eyes and reached out to pinch his cheek.

Yu Chen replied, "Every second I'm apart from you is more unbearable than all the time in the first half of my life combined. It's like the world is ending in darkness."