For the sake of the Deepsea Yuanbreath Shark, Elder Qian swallowed the complaints filling his belly and diligently started wrapping dumplings.
As the sun set, the vast residence lay steeped in tranquil peace.
"I'll help too."
Seeing the whole family bustling about, Ying Bing rolled up her sleeves, perhaps wanting to feel involved as well.
Chef Li, who had just finished chopping the filling, immediately noticed and hurried over to pull her down into a seat.
Seeing her gaze constantly drifting toward the dumplings, Li Mo asked casually,
"Ice Block, what did you do at home?"
"Waited for you to come back."
"...Other than missing me?"
"Make something delicious for you?"
Ice Block seemed to have some kind of obsession with things she was not good at.
Honestly, setting Ice Block's cooking skills aside, the fact that she wanted to personally cook a meal for you was enough to make anyone's heart struggle to bear it.
Everyone could probably picture it. You came home from work, and the coldest Empress you had ever seen in two lifetimes was waiting in the kitchen, using the hands that held a sword to wash and prepare food for you. Wouldn't your poor little heart take a critical hit?
Even the famously upright little tyrant who doted on his wife could barely withstand it.
"Really?"
"Mm."
Ying Bing narrowed her eyes and nodded.
"You actually don't need to cook for me yourself. What I love eating most doesn't need to be cooked at all. You know I love delicious food, but lately I can't eat much, so I can only eat delicious things that don't take up room in my stomach."
Ying Bing: "?"
"Is there such a thing in this world?"
Elder Qian's eyes lit up. He had gained weight again lately, yet