A Woman Who Strives Her Whole Life

After Lazuli left, Mo Yuan hurriedly conjured a set of clothes to put on.

His original clothes had been shredded back when his body expanded.

Once dressed, Mo Yuan rushed to catch up with Lazuli.

"Big sister, go get some rest. I'll wake you up once I've finished cooking."

Mo Yuan had noticed since a moment ago that Lazuli's eyes were bloodshot and her face was etched with exhaustion.

She must not have rested well at all during the time he was in trouble.

Mo Yuan couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading in his heart.

It felt so good to be cared for by someone.

Ever since his parents passed away in his previous life, no one had worried about him like this.

Nor had he been taken care of in such a way.

"Are you sure you're up for it?"

Lazuli looked at Mo Yuan with a hint of skepticism.

Naturally, she wasn't doubting his cooking skills, but rather worrying that his body hadn't fully recovered yet.

"Of course, no problem at all!"

As he spoke, Mo Yuan flexed his bicep.

"Look, my body is perfectly fine now. It's you, big sister—if you don't rest soon, you're going to wear yourself out."

"Don't you underestimate your big sister, o(´^｀)o! I possess infinite stamina and infinite energy!"

Lazuli wore a proud, stubborn expression.

Mo Yuan pushed her gently by the back toward the bed.

As he nudged her along, he chimed in, "Yes, yes! You're the best, big sister. But you haven't rested in so long, and it makes my heart ache."

"I'm only resting so your heart won't ache, not because I'm tired."

A woman who had to be strong her whole life; even when she could barely keep her eyes open, she still had to be stubborn.

Heh, Mo Yuan thought, the Omni-King could erase the universe, but he couldn't erase that mouth of yours.

"Right, right," Mo Yuan said aloud. "So, to keep my heart from aching, please hurry up and get some rest. I'll come wake you as soon as the food is ready."

He pressed Lazuli down onto the bed and tucked the quilt around her.

The temperature had already dropped to minus fifty degrees, so a quilt was necessary.

However, to ensure Lazuli slept comfortably, Mo Yuan also set up an energy barrier around her.

This barrier had no other function than to insulate against the cold.

Once the barrier was set, the surrounding temperature immediately rose from minus fifty degrees to around twenty degrees.

It was a very comfortable temperature for sleeping.

The moment Lazuli's head hit the pillow, a wave of intense drowsiness washed over her.

Back when Mo Yuan had trouble during his cultivation, her nerves had been stretched taut; the extreme fear had prevented her from feeling even a hint of sleepiness.

Now that Mo Yuan was better, her tightly wound nerves finally relaxed.

As soon as her nerves let go, the drowsiness surged in like a tide.

Sure enough, not long after she lay down, her eyes closed, and her breathing became steady and rhythmic.

Seeing the exhaustion etched onto Lazuli's beautiful face, Mo Yuan couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

He gently brushed his hand across her cheek.

It was soft and smooth; Lazuli's skin was exquisite, delicate, and completely flawless.

This wasn't the first time Mo Yuan had touched Lazuli's face, but it felt the most special.

Without realizing it, Mo Yuan's finger lingered on her red lips, the soft sensation against his fingertip making his mind wander.

So soft, I want to...

Images of certain indescribable scenarios began to surface in his mind.

Suddenly, as if he had been electrocuted, Mo Yuan hurriedly pulled his hand back.

His fair face flushed as if blood had rushed to it.

Then, he fled in a panic.

After Mo Yuan left, Lazuli, lying on the bed, opened her eyes.

She reached a hand out from under the quilt and touched the spot where Mo Yuan's hand had brushed.

Finally, her fingers rested on her lips.

A flicker of shyness flashed in Lazuli's beautiful eyes.

An unnatural blush appeared on her face.

At this moment, an indescribable emotion stirred within Lazuli's heart.

"Ah~"

Lazuli let out a shy, soft cry, so quiet that only she could hear it.

Then, she turned to her side, pulled the quilt up high, curled her body into a ball, and hid herself completely beneath the covers.

Perhaps due to her constitution, Lazuli wasn't particularly keen on meat.

What she loved most was drinking soup.

Ever since Mo Yuan had simmered a pot of slow-cooked broth last time, Lazuli had been amazed by the taste.

After discovering her fondness for soup, Mo Yuan began simmering a pot almost every day, always changing up the variety.

As someone from Guangdong in his past life, the skill of simmering soup seemed etched into his genes; he could whip up any kind of broth with ease.

Today, Mo Yuan prepared a "Codonopsis and Astragalus Chicken Soup" to give Lazuli a good boost.

Even though her constitution probably didn't require medicinal supplements...

The soup was delicious, and Lazuli loved it.

He simmered the chicken soup for an hour.

The old hen had been cooked until the meat was tender.

Mo Yuan lifted the lid of the clay pot.

In an instant.

A cloud of white steam drifted from the pot, diffusing into the air.

The scents of Codonopsis and Astragalus blended perfectly with the aroma of the chicken.

A rich fragrance spread throughout the air.

It quickly reached Lazuli.

In her sleep, Lazuli's nose twitched slightly.

It was the smell of chicken soup!

Lazuli's eyes snapped open.

She scrambled up from the bed in one motion.

With incredible speed, she arrived right beside Mo Yuan.

"Sister, have you rested enough?" Mo Yuan wasn't the least bit surprised by Lazuli's sudden appearance.

Every time Mo Yuan simmered soup, Lazuli would appear by his side the moment she caught the scent.

The first time, it had nearly given him a fright, but he had since grown accustomed to it.

"Mm." Lazuli nodded with a cool, aloof expression.

Her eyes, however, were locked onto the chicken soup, and she swallowed hard.

Lazuli warned herself to stay calm and composed; she couldn't appear too greedy, or she would lose her dignity as a sister!

Yet, she didn't realize that Mo Yuan had already seen right through her.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been simmering a fresh pot of soup every day, constantly changing the recipes.

Watching Lazuli's feigned seriousness, Mo Yuan found her inexplicably cute.

Mo Yuan skillfully picked up a bowl, ladled out some chicken soup, and handed it to Lazuli.

"Sister, taste it and see if the seasoning is right."

A flicker of joy flashed in Lazuli's eyes, though she took the bowl with a calm, indifferent expression.

"Hoo~"

After blowing on the soup to cool it down, Lazuli couldn't wait any longer and took a sip.

As the soup hit her tongue, her eyes lit up instantly.

The rich, mellow chicken broth was incredibly silky, leaving a lingering sweetness from the herbs.

It was an endless delight.

Soon, Lazuli had finished the entire bowl.

Savoring the aftertaste, she set the bowl down with a perfectly composed expression.

"Mm, the seasoning is just right."

"Then let's eat!"

With that, Mo Yuan picked up the pot of chicken soup and headed toward the dining table.

Lazuli also picked up the pot of rice from the side.

The table was already filled with all sorts of delicious dishes.

After serving a bowl of rice and a bowl of soup for each of them, they began to feast.

However, Mo Yuan noticed a problem: there was one dish that Lazuli hadn't touched at all.

This dish was made by Mo Yuan by mincing chicken with various seasonings and spices, molding the paste into various cute and beautiful shapes, and then deep-frying them.

It was not only delicious but also visually appealing.

Yet, Lazuli hadn't taken a single bite, which left Mo Yuan feeling quite puzzled.

Unable to hold back, he asked, "Big sister, why aren't you eating this dish?"

"Sigh~"

Lazuli let out a long breath, looking at the beautifully shaped food on the plate with a look of reluctance, and murmured:

"Because the chicken paste is too beautiful..."