The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

"Would you like your husband to cook?"

Su Qingyao's eyes lit up instantly, filled with surprise and anticipation, as she gently propped herself up from his embrace.

"Can you cook?"

"Of course he can, your husband is capable of anything."

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, looking confident.

She leaned back into his arms, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness that she herself didn't realize.

"Then I want to eat what you make, anything is fine."

"Okay." Wen Yu lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

"Then I'll cook a few of my signature dishes to satisfy my little glutton."

Before long, fresh fruits, vegetables, meat, and seafood were delivered to the apartment door by a dedicated person.

Wen Yu carried large and small bags into the kitchen and took out strawberries, blueberries, and Shine Rose grapes that Su Qingyao liked.

After cleaning, it was placed in a glass bowl, served with a small fork, and then taken out.

"My dear wife, have some fruit to tide you over first. I'll call you to eat when I'm done cooking."

Su Qingyao sat cross-legged on the carpet, trying her best to keep a straight face, and nodded seriously.

"Granted, Xiaoyuzi, go quickly, don't keep me waiting."

Wen Yu couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes filled with doting affection, and replied cooperatively, "Yes, Your Majesty~"

He turned and went back to the kitchen, tied on the light blue cartoon apron that seemed a little out of place with his personality, and began to get busy.

Su Qingyao forked a plump strawberry and put it in her mouth, the sweet juice spreading on her tongue.

She took out her textbook from her bag and laid it on her lap, but her gaze couldn't help being drawn to Wen Yu's figure in the kitchen.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow in the living room, and a faint, refreshing fruity scent filled the air.

Soon, the sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen, followed by the sizzling sound of hot oil hitting the pan, and the crisp sound of food being stir-fried. The aroma gradually filled the entire space.

Su Qingyao's gaze fell on Wen Yu's busy back.

He had broad shoulders and apron straps tied in a knot behind his back, outlining his narrow waist.

Her movements were practiced, and she would occasionally look down to check the heat. In the light streaming in from the kitchen window, her profile appeared focused and gentle.

The words on the book gradually blurred as she became absorbed in the scene before her.

Everything intertwined, creating a feeling she dared not hope for.

The taste of "home".

Stable and secure.

They were carefully cared for and lovingly cherished.

A subtle, dense joy crept over the walls of her heart, filling every corner with a warm and overflowing sense of happiness.

She couldn't help it; she lowered her head, and the corners of her lips involuntarily curved upwards, forming a sweet and soft arc.

An hour later, the smoky atmosphere in the kitchen gradually subsided, replaced by the enticing aroma of food filling the room.

Wen Yu turned off the stove, took off his apron, and turned to look at the living room.

Su Qingyao was still sitting on the carpet, with a book on her lap, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was troubled by some problem, and she didn't even notice him approaching.

Wen Yu smiled, squatted down in front of her, and gently tapped her forehead with his finger.

"Baby," he said softly, "dinner is ready."

Su Qingyao suddenly came to her senses, raised her eyes, and met his smiling gaze. Her face instantly lit up with a bright light.

She closed the book, jumped up excitedly, and ran towards the restaurant.

On the dining table, four dishes and a soup were already laid out, their colors bright and their steam rising.

Braised beef brisket with tomatoes, steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, asparagus and fresh shrimp, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a corn and pork rib soup.

Su Qingyao stood by the table, looking at the delicious-looking dishes, and took a deep breath. The aroma of the food made her feel incredibly happy.

She turned her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Wen Yu who was walking over, and gave him a thumbs up without hesitation, her smile radiant.

"Wenyu, you're amazing!"

After saying that, she couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks and put a piece of beef brisket into her mouth.

The beef was tender and flavorful, and the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes melted on her tongue. It was so delicious that she squinted her eyes and mumbled a praise.

"Mmm~ Delicious!"

Then we tried the sweet and fresh shrimp, the savory scallops, and the crisp seasonal vegetables...

With each dish she tasted, she couldn't help but nod and gesticulate, giving it the most direct and super positive reviews.

"This is delicious too!"

"Wow, this soup is amazing!"

"Wenyu, you really should open a shop!"

Watching her eat until her cheeks were bulging, like a contented little hamster intently eating, Wen Yu's heart was filled with countless soft feelings.

It was sour from being bloated, yet so hot from being sweet.

He sat down next to her, his gaze lingering on her.

He reached out and gently wiped away the little bit of sauce that had accidentally gotten on the corner of her mouth with a tissue, his voice incredibly gentle.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Seeing her eyes crinkle with delight at the sight of food, my desire to keep her by my side forever and protect her from the storms of life only grew stronger and more unwavering.

"You really like your husband's cooking that much?"

He gazed at her, his tone a mixture of promise and expectation, "From now on... we'll do it every day, okay?"

He pronounced the word "do" lightly and slowly, with a slight upward slur at the end, carrying a certain unspoken, alluring implication.

Su Qingyao ate happily and nodded without any suspicion, her voice clear and crisp, "Okay."

That unwavering "yes" was like a key, suddenly unlocking the floodgates of desire in Wen Yu's heart.

The gentle smile in his eyes had changed.

It grew deep and scorching, like a predator eyeing its prey, locking her firmly in its grasp.

He brushed his fingers across her lips, her neck, and her chest, which rose and fell slightly as she ate.

A primal and naked possessiveness spread out.

It's not just the expectation of sharing meals, but a crazy desire to be entangled day and night, skin to skin, and to completely imprint my mark on her inside and out.

Su Qingyao had just finished a bowl of pork rib soup when she noticed that Wen Yu's chopsticks hadn't been touched.

She looked up at him in confusion, "Wenyu, why aren't you eating...?"

The words came to an abrupt halt.

It struck straight into his eyes, which were brimming with undisguised desire and possessiveness.

His gaze was so intense and direct, like an invisible tongue licking her bare skin, making her heart skip a beat.

Only then did she belatedly realize the unspoken meaning in his words: "doing it every day" didn't just refer to cooking, but also...

Blood rushed to her head, and a deep crimson spread across Su Qingyao's cheeks, earlobes, and even her slender neck.

Why does Wen Yu always tease her like this...?

Thinking of Wen Yu's meticulous care and indulgence towards her during this time, Su Qingyao felt a sense of certainty inexplicably.

He wouldn't force her to do anything she truly didn't want to do.

This thought suddenly emboldened her, and she even felt a slight urge to retaliate.

"Not only every day..."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm, her voice growing softer and softer, carrying a defiant, bluffing tone.

"And also in the kitchen, living room, balcony, bathroom..."

With each location she mentioned, Wen Yu's eyes darkened.

After she finished speaking haltingly, Wen Yu had already whispered in her ear.

His warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe, his voice low and husky.

"Baby, do you know..."

"Are you playing with fire?"