"Pah, what was so worth seeing about Han Tuozhou? How could it compare to keeping you company and making you happy, Sister Yuanyuan?" Song Qingshu said with a shameless grin.
Chen Yuanyuan lightly twisted her slender waist, evading Song Qingshu's roaming hands. "Stop fooling around and get up."
Song Qingshu knew that although they had shared the most intimate physical relationship, they had not truly opened their hearts to each other enough. Seeing her expression change, he did not dare continue acting presumptuously. "All right, all right, I'll dress myself."
Men did not have as much fuss to deal with in this regard as women. He quickly got dressed and washed up, then eagerly ran to the table and sat down. "Let me try Sister Yuanyuan's cooking."
"Be careful, it's hot." Chen Yuanyuan hurriedly warned him, but her sparkling eyes watched him nervously, afraid he would say it tasted awful.
After taking a sip, Song Qingshu frowned slightly. Chen Yuanyuan's heart immediately sank halfway. "Is it really that bad?"
"Judging purely by the cooking itself, it's indeed not very good," Song Qingshu said, making Chen Yuanyuan's heart sink completely. Then he continued, "but it is filled with your affection. It instantly turns an ordinary bowl of soup into something sweet and delicious—the perfect finishing touch."
Chen Yuanyuan burst out laughing. "You're obviously just trying to make me happy."
Song Qingshu put on an exaggerated expression. "Of course not. If people found out you made this yourself, putting it up for public auction would drive countless men across the realm mad. Who knew how many princes and young masters would fight until their heads bled over it? The more I imagine that scene, the more delicious it tastes." As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged the bowl and gulped it