From Now On, You'll Cook at Home

Morning.

Bright sunlight streamed through the glass window into the bedroom, warming Yun Ling's smooth, round little backside.

She scratched an itch, and her high-bridged little nose suddenly caught a familiar aroma.

Is this the smell of Wood Powder Porridge?

"Has Old Man already made breakfast and is waiting for me?" Yun Ling licked her slightly swollen, thin lips.

The sweet taste on her lips reminded her that she was married, had moved out of the porridge shop, and was now living in her Little Husband Xian He's home.

She recalled that last night, Xian He had given her a sour and sweet Big Red Fruit, and had conjured a Painting out of thin air, pulling her into it…

Yun Ling slowly opened her bright blue eyes and saw an unfamiliar white ceiling. She sat up abruptly, exclaiming in surprise, "Where is this place? Shouldn't I be at Xian He's house? How did I end up here?"

The brocade bedding, luxurious furniture, transparent glass window… everything in the room felt extremely strange to her.

Could I be dreaming?

Yun Ling pinched her tender, soft cheek. The clear pain made her realize she wasn't dreaming!

Just as Yun Ling was looking bewildered, Xian He pushed the door open and entered the bedroom, a pleasant smile on his face, like a Maitreya Buddha.

"You're awake?" Xian He asked with a smile, walking around to the inner side of the red-hearted large bed, pulling open all the curtains, and opening the window for ventilation.

Cool morning air rushed into the bedroom, refreshing her body and mind.

Yun Ling felt invigorated, unable to suppress a shiver.

She had never smelled such pleasant air, nor had she ever felt so refreshed.

"Is this the World within the Painting?" Yun Ling asked curiously. Her long, slender golden hair cascaded over her shapely, delicate body, covering her private parts, making her look very sexy and alluring.

The air on the Tianyun Plateau was very thin and mixed with the pungent, strange smell emitted by the Purple Smoke Stone, so they were no longer on the Tianyun Plateau but had arrived in the World within the Painting.

Everything that happened last night was real; it wasn't a dream!

Xian He swallowed and nodded, "That's right, we've arrived in the World within the Painting. Get up, and after breakfast, I'll take you for a stroll." With that, Xian He bent down and gently kissed Yun Ling's forehead.

"How did you get this magical Magic Treasure?" Yun Ling asked curiously as she put on her little golden panties.

Xian He's eyes darted around before he replied, "When I went out to use the restroom last night, I found it in the courtyard. The moment I touched it, it turned into a beam of light and entered my head. Perhaps it's a Wedding Gift from heaven for us."

"Don't dwell on how I got it. Anyway, I have it now, so let's just accept this outcome and enjoy it."

Yun Ling knew Xian He was lying because he never met her gaze when he lied.

However, she didn't intend to press him further. If Xian He didn't tell her, he naturally had his reasons.

After Yun Ling was fully dressed, Xian He brought a washbasin and a towel.

After washing up, the two went to the living room to eat.

The northern house in the backyard had three rooms: the east room, the middle room, and the west room.

The east room was Xian He and Yun Ling's bedroom, the middle room served as the living room and dining room, and the west room was currently unoccupied.

"We've been together for ten years, and I never knew you could cook. You've been hiding it well," Yun Ling teased as she sat down at the Eight Immortals Table.

The Eight Immortals Table was placed steadily in the Main Hall. Yun Ling sat on the left, facing the door of the middle room.

Xian He sat next to Yun Ling, facing the door, on the right.

There were eight seats at the Eight Immortals Table. Xian He occupied seat number one, and Yun Ling occupied seat number two, their positions representing their identities and status within the family.

Originally, Xian He didn't want to adhere to so many rules, but under Old Man Yun's Iron Palm training, he had no choice but to comply.

Old Man Yun was a Martial Artist of the White Jade Five Stars. Whether he was a child or now, he was no match for him.

Although Old Man Yun couldn't control him in the Inner World, after ten years of conditioning, those rules had become ingrained in his bones.

"Here, have a Steamed Bun." Xian He picked up a piece of dark brown flatbread with his chopsticks and placed it on Yun Ling's plate.

Steamed Buns, also known as steamed flatbreads, were similar to mantou, but made with unleavened dough, giving them a chewy texture.

A basket of Steamed Buns and a pot of Wood Powder Porridge were all they had for breakfast.

Although his Culinary Arts had reached Grandmaster Level 1, a clever cook couldn't make a meal without ingredients. Wood powder wasn't flour; it could only be used to make Steamed Buns and Wood Powder Porridge, not more sophisticated dishes.

Yun Ling nervously picked up the Steamed Bun, sniffed it under her little nose. It smelled good, but she wondered how it tasted.

She had never seen Xian He cook before, so she couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive about eating his cooking for the first time.

Yun Ling took a small bite. Although the Steamed Bun felt hard to the touch, it was perfectly chewy and easy to eat.

"Mmm… delicious!"

"If it's delicious, eat more," Xian He said, his worried heart finally at ease. As long as his wife liked it, he wouldn't have to go to the courtyard to pick Pomegranates for her. "Don't choke, I'll get you a bowl of Wood Powder Porridge."