His big palms penetrated the quilt, groped her skin, and asked with a hint of evil: "It's so comfortable, why do you call it a torment?"
She glanced sideways at him, pouted and said, "You bullied me again!" The hand in the quilt blocked his teasing.
He took out his hand and covered her with the quilt. "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. You go to sleep for a while and I'll make something to eat." He stood up and prepared to leave the bed and go downstairs.
After hearing this, she sat up and held his hand, advising: "Stop working and go to bed early. You still have to work tomorrow morning." Although she was hungry, she was worried that it would affect his ability to work well tomorrow.
He smiled, looked at her flushed cheeks and full eyes, bent his lips to take her delicate red lips, sucked and rubbed them hard, then left and said with a smile: "My wife is the capital of the revolution." After speaking, he stroked her lips.
He raised his head, turned around and walked out of the veil.
She sat on the bed and stared at his back, feeling that tonight they were just like an ordinary young couple, affectionate, affectionate, and able to eat food cooked by his own hands.
When Qiao Ye returned upstairs with two bowls of desserts, he found that she was already asleep on the round bed, so he had to put down the tray and gently shake her to wake her up.
Xie Yunshu fell asleep unknowingly. When he woke her up, her head was dizzy and she just wanted to continue sleeping. However, he helped her up and brought a bowl of food on the tray to her eyes.
She adjusted the focus, and then she saw clearly a bowl of white fungus porridge in front of her, with lotus seeds and red dates dotted in the middle. It was slightly yellow in color, and the heat brought out the fragrance.
She suddenly woke up from her sleep, and asked in surprise: "Can you also make rock sugar, white fungus, and lotus seed soup?" This is a dessert that requires heat and patience, and he is really good at it.
Qiao Ye cooled her off a little, put a small spoon on it and handed it to her, then corrected: "This is called Red Lotus Stepping on the Snow."
She held a mouthful of white fungus juice in her mouth and almost didn't take it back, but she couldn't bear to give up the delicious taste. She restrained her attitude and joked: "I didn't expect you to be quite retro, with such a classical name." In fact, it is actually rock sugar lotus seed white fungus soup.
Qiao Ye drank a lot from his bowl and recalled: "When I was young, the aunt who cooked used to stew this dessert because my father said it was suitable for my mother to drink."
"So you learned it too?" She didn't dare to ask about his family, as it seemed to be a very sensitive topic.
"Well, at that time I stewed it for my mother to drink. Later, when I grew up, I even thought about stewing it for my future wife." His idea many years ago, after months and months, was finally completed tonight.
"Mr. Qiao has been practicing his craftsmanship since he was a child, and I am blessed with it." She drank a few more spoonfuls as she spoke, not forgetting to scoop a spoonful into his bowl, put it in her mouth and tasted it, and explained: "I want to try it.
Whether the two bowls taste the same depends on whether you have any preference."
He patted the top of her hair lovingly and said helplessly: "Little girl." There is no difference if they are stewed in the same pot.
She looked sideways at him and asked, "Isn't it good for a little girl?" It's hard for a girl to be raised like a villain.
He looked at her seriously, thought for a moment and said, "Well, we have a daughter and a son. If you can give me a baby, that would be really good."
She was immediately shy. She raised her bowl to cover her eyes and refused to look at him, saying, "No, I'm not ready yet."
He pulled her wrist down with his big palm, looked into her eyes, and said with a smile: "If we are so indulgent, maybe he will sprout in your body quietly."
She thought about it and realized that he was right. They had never used any safety measures when they were intimate. If this happened too many times, she would definitely get pregnant.
