Chu Zhixin came to the kitchen with ease and started making dinner.

It's strange that even though it's been so many years, when I return to the kitchen, I not only don't feel unfamiliar, but I feel like I'm back on my home turf.

No matter how strong she appears on the outside, perhaps subconsciously, she still enjoys the life of a little woman who 'washes her hands and makes soup'.

As before, she quickly prepared a table of delicious food, and the aroma spread early.

What is different from before is that the originally deserted dining table has become lively and lively, and the people sitting in front of the dining table can't wait for it.

"Wow, it smells so good, Mommy. The lemon chicken feet you made are so delicious that Tangbaby's mouth is watering..."

The little sugar baby has always missed Chuxin’s braised lemon chicken feet and would eat more than ten of them every time.

Unfortunately, Chu Zhixin is too busy with work and has too little time to cook in person.

So when the little guy saw the lemon chicken feet served on the table, he just grabbed them with his hands like a hungry beggar.

"Hey, sugar baby, don't grab it with your hands, it's too unsightly..."

Chu Zhixin didn't want Sheng Tingye to think that the two children were devouring food without a tutor.

As a result, when I turned around, good guy... Sheng Tingye moved faster than Tangbao and Yuanbao. He had already begun to gnaw on the chicken feet with his bare hands and gobble them up.

The image of an elegant, rich young man and a noble son is completely gone!

"Forehead......"

Chu Zhixin was shocked by Sheng Tingye's ungrateful eating style, and asked in a low voice: "Sheng Tingye, are you possessed by a starving ghost? It's not such an exaggeration, is it?"

Sheng Tingye had already finished one and started to chew on the second one.

He took a sip of the rich soup on the chicken feet, and the spicy and sour taste made him want to stop.

"You can't blame me for this. If you want to blame me, I can only blame you for inducing me to become like this..."

While the man was chewing, he said with a serious face.

"Blame me?!"

Chu Zhixin stared at the man speechlessly.

"Of course it's your fault. Don't you know how good you are at cooking? Cooking it so delicious is like trying to keep my stomach and thus my heart, right?"

"???"

"I can tell you clearly now that my stomach is completely devoted to you. From now on, you will be my personal chef, and I will only eat the food you cook."

Sheng Tingye said every word without any intention of joking.

What's that saying? If you want to keep a man's heart, you have to keep his stomach.

He asked why he had been so obsessed with his original intention for so many years. After much deliberation, he finally found the root cause.

It’s this pot of ‘lemon chicken feet’ in front of you!

I remember when his mother brought the lemon chicken feet made by Chu Zhixin and waved them in front of him. After he just took a symbolic taste, he got out of control and dreamed of grabbing the woman back and trying it again.

That taste.

If Chu Zhixin can be his wife again and prepare delicious meals for him to come home like before, he should be very happy and satisfied.
Chapter completed!