After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

The hot oil released its aroma as Lin Nian skillfully stir-fried the food in the pan.

A rich, sweet and sour aroma filled the kitchen.

"What's that smell?" The third brother, looking haggard, leaned against the doorframe. "Nian-ge'er?"

"Third Brother," Lin Nian asked, "Are you hungry too?"

The third brother nodded. "Those savages from the martial world are like drunkards."

He waved his hand, "Never mind, let's not talk about it."

"Then I'll cook some porridge for you." Lin Nian brought over a clay pot and started washing the rice to make porridge.

"Ah Cheng, we need to light a fire in the other stove too."

"Understood." Yin Cheng's prejudice against his third brother suddenly increased.

How inconsiderate! Doesn't he know to ask his servant for help when he's hungry?

He insisted on coming to the kitchen to ruin the sweet time of the young couple.

The third brother yawned, "Nian-ge'er, I want meat porridge."

"understood."

As a lady from a respectable family, cooking skills were among the essential skills to learn, though most of them were for the purpose of marrying a good husband in the future.

Lin Nian was no exception, except that she used to just pretend to go through the motions and get it over with.

Now that I have something to worry about, I will naturally be more focused on my studies.

Lin Nian picked up a piece of pork rib, blew on it to cool it down, and held it to the man's lips. "Ah Cheng, try it. Is the saltiness just right?"

"Great." Yin Cheng gave a thumbs up. "Niannian is amazing!"

Lin Nian felt embarrassed by the praise.

After plating the sweet and sour pork ribs, Lin Nian made a plate of fried rice.

Sweet and sour pork ribs are served on top of rice, with glistening sweet and sour sauce clinging to the rice, making it look incredibly delicious.

Lin Nian sat next to the man, propped her head up with her hand, and looked at him with a smile.

"Is it tasty?"

Yin Cheng praised his wife's cooking skills, saying, "Even the imperial chefs are no better than this; she can't cook as well as Nian Nian."

He picked up a piece of pork rib and fed it to his wife, saying, "Niannian, have a taste too."

Having tasted the food prepared by the imperial chef, Lin Nian naturally knew that his skills were definitely inferior to those of the imperial chef. However, hearing the man say this still made him feel sweet inside.

The young couple's public display of affection made the third son feel extremely uncomfortable.

After the meat porridge was ready, he quickly ladled out a bowl and fled back to his own courtyard.

After finishing their meal, the two strolled around the yard to digest their food before returning to their room.

Yin Cheng was covered in dust, and Lin Nian pulled him to her bathroom.

Yin Cheng looked at the flower petals in the bathtub with a troubled expression. "Do I want these too?"

"What's wrong with this?" Lin Nian sniffed the petals. "It's from when I didn't finish using it today. I'll just throw it away tomorrow anyway."

He declared righteously, "We cannot waste it."

Yin Cheng didn't refuse his wife's arrangement, but said, "This is the first time I've ever taken such a fragrant bath."

"Take off your clothes."

"So straightforward? Niannian's really showing some promise." Yin Cheng expressed his satisfaction. "Keep it up in the future."

Lin Nian blushed and said, "What are you thinking? Hurry up and take it off."

"Oh." Yin Cheng obediently took off his clothes, stepped into the flower petal water, and commented, "It smells quite nice."

Lin Nian roughly shoved the soap into the man's hand and said fiercely, "Rub it yourself."

"Niannian is so fierce." Yin Cheng leaned against the bathtub. "I was hoping Niannian would help me wash."

The pretty girl ignored him, picked up his dirty clothes, and started rubbing her buttocks.

Yin Cheng felt a little embarrassed. He hadn't lost any hands or feet, so how could he let his wife serve him like this?

He quickly took a shower, ready to do it himself.

Lin Nian was too weak to wring out the clothes. Just as she was about to look up for help, she saw the man walking towards her.

Although they are now a very familiar couple, Lin Nian still gets extremely shy when she sees a man's body, and her whole body turns red.

The man had already taken the clothes from his hands, wrung them out, and dried them with his internal energy.

Seeing the pretty girl turn her head away and not dare to look at him, Yin Cheng's wicked thoughts immediately surfaced.

Why isn't Niannian looking at me?

"...Hurry up and put your clothes on."

"It must be because I look fierce that I scared Niannian."

Lin Nian turned her head and glared at him, then quickly turned back, "You pervert..."

"I don't know how to put it on, so Niannian helped me."

Knowing full well that the man was lying, Lin Nian despised herself while awkwardly helping him get dressed.

Just as the last strap was tied, Lin Nian was picked up by the man.

"Now it's my turn to serve Niannian."

The next morning, as usual, Shen Qingheng had to get up early to serve tea and listen to the elders set the rules.

Ye Qingyu couldn't bear to see her eldest son, who was so young, get married so late. He wasn't some kind of wicked elder.

However, when the family had breakfast together, she couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw Yin Cheng.

This person must have scaled Nian-ge'er's courtyard wall again last night, no doubt about it.

After the family had a happy breakfast, Lin Nian followed the man home.

When Hua Yue saw Yin Cheng, she first ran a few steps happily, then her eyes dimmed and she silently stopped.

He clutched his clothes and bowed respectfully.

Yin Cheng was startled. What kind of trouble was this brat up to now?

"What's wrong with our little eggplant?" Yin Cheng beckoned, "Come here."

Hua Yue shook her head firmly, "I'll stand right here."

Lin Nian naturally knew why. He sighed and said, "Hua Yue, come here."

Hua Yue then shuffled over, raising his chubby face. "Your Highness, did it go smoothly this time?"

Yin Cheng said, "It's alright."

"That's good." Hua Yue breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm going out to play now."

"Go on." After Hua Yue left, Yin Cheng asked, "What's wrong with him? Is it because your young master is going through a period of unrequited love?"

Lin Nian shook her head and said, "Why don't we adopt Hua Yue and add him to the family register?"

He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. The man's identity was special, of royal blood, how could he agree to add a person with a different surname to the family genealogy?

"Okay," Yin Cheng said. "It was raised like a son anyway."

Lin Nian asked with some concern, "Won't this be a lot of trouble?"

"No, I'll just tell my brother."

Lin Nian nodded, then suddenly remembered something and decided to ask, "When Hua Yue was in the Northern Border, didn't you hire a wet nurse for him?"

"Back then, we were fighting fiercely with Yan Ru, and Caixia City was mostly empty; we couldn't find them anywhere," Yin Cheng said. "He was raised on goat milk."

"Has no one taught this young master any manners?"

Yin Cheng asked in confusion, "Young master, you have etiquette? What etiquette?"

"Never mind, I'll teach you slowly later."

Although Yin Cheng didn't understand, he fully supported his wife's decision.

"Alright, thank you for your trouble, Laurel."

Lin Nian pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time before saying, "When you weren't here before, one of the servants I brought said a few words about Hua Yue."

"What did you say?"

Lin Nian couldn't bring herself to say it, "Anyway, it wasn't anything nice."

Yin Cheng said, "Hua Yue is easygoing and not afraid. He won't get angry and hit people."

"That's not what I'm worried about!" Lin Nian said. "Anyway, I've already dealt with the gossiping servant."

"Oh," Yin Cheng said, "You are the head of the household, even I listen to you. You don't need to tell me who to deal with; I trust Nian Nian."

Lin Nian whispered, "Then I'll take advantage of your absence to empty the palace, sell off the servants, and leave you to come back to a desolate house and cry."

"With Niannian here, you won't cry." Yin Cheng smiled and put his arm around the little beauty. "Let's pack up and go to the palace to ask Huayue for a princess title."