That way, wouldn't she be completely naked in his eyes? He'd even know where every mole on her body was?!
Although Aunt Mei was nearly thirty, she was still undeniably single. Even back when she had Ji Anya, they had merely been pure, good friends; there had never been any strange snuggling developments between them.
Ji Anya naturally wanted instant noodles flavored like Aunt Mei, but a young lady like Mei certainly wouldn't indulge such perverted behavior.
She was clearly still an untouched maiden, yet there was a man standing beside her who knew her body inside and out—perhaps even better than she knew it herself. No one could handle that!
Of course, there was nothing wrong with what Aunt Mei said.
Mo Yi did indeed know Aunt Mei better than she knew herself. After all, ordinary people couldn't see their entire bodies clearly, such as their backs, while Mo Yi could.
Because she cared deeply about it and felt intensely awkward and ashamed, Aunt Mei could only use her habitual aloofness as a mask whenever she faced Mo Yi, concealing her embarrassment.
"I'm busy right now. I don't have time to chat with you—"
"The kitchen isn't a place for an amateur like you."
With that, she continued pondering how to deal with the flying fish balls. But that was only an act; Aunt Mei actually cared just a tiny bit.JPG!
"Are you troubled by the ingredients?"
Aunt Mei's tsundere expression was even more obvious than Mei's at home. Of course, under Mo Yi's guidance, Miss Mei at home had long since stopped being a tsundere. After all, tsunderes only had one path: death. Instead, she had continued her studies toward becoming a virtuous wife and loving mother.
"Don't let appearances fool you. Whenever Mei runs into culinary problems,