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Apumian saw that he suddenly stopped moving and thought that he was not feeling well, so he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him: "What's wrong with you? If you are not feeling well, go back and rest. I can take care of it here."

Shen Jihuai shook his head firmly: "No, I can do it. You mean, Elaine has been taking care of me these days."

Apumian was about to say that Elaine was just a figurehead here, and he took care of him personally, but when he saw Shen Jihuai's expression of being abused, he suddenly understood what Shen Jihuai meant, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your innocence is still there, and no one has seen it. I took care of you personally."

I really don't know why Shen Jihuai, a male insect (a man), cares so much about it. Apumian doesn't understand Shen Jihuai's concerns, because this is the only thing Shen Jihuai can show off in this world.

Shen Ji heaved a sigh of relief, cutting vegetables in a somewhat depressed mood, and whispered: "It's not that I care too much, but I'm not perfect. If I have nothing, how can I be worthy of you."

Shen Jihuai has always felt indebted to Apumian. When he was reborn, he naturally wanted to bring the best of everything to Apumian. But now he has been here for almost a month and has been lying in bed for 25 days. He has to think carefully about what he wants to do.

The sound of the knife hitting the chopping board was quite loud. He thought he spoke very softly, but the kitchen was so small and Apumian heard every word. He couldn't figure out whether these were Shen Jihuai's true feelings or if Shen Jihuai said them deliberately for him to hear.

As he was peeling potatoes, he felt the potatoes in his hand become hot potatoes. He wanted to throw them away immediately. Throwing them away would only prove that he was upset.

Apmian turned the knife carefully. To prove that he was not distracted, he successfully peeled a fist-sized potato down to only one-third. Holding the tiny potato, he just wanted to throw it into the trash can.

Shen Jihuai snatched the poor potato from his hand and said, "Why are you throwing away such good potatoes? What a waste."

Apmian said dryly, "I see there is only a little left. You probably don't want it."

"There's no reason to not have food. I'll come to the kitchen next time. Didn't you say Elaine is still outside? Why don't you go out and talk to her?" Putting the potatoes on the chopping board, Shen Jihuai pulled him to wash the starch off his hands.

Apumian was like a large doll, allowing Shen Jihuai to manipulate him. He took a piece of paper to wipe his hands clean. Shen Jihuai pushed Apumian out of the door and said, "Sit outside for a while. I can cook a dish quickly."

Seeing that Elaine was about to look over here, Apumian stepped back like a guilty thief, and squeezed Shen Jihuai in with him, and smiled awkwardly: "No need, I'll watch you cook here and learn from you, so that I don't die of hunger here when I don't know how to cook."

He hadn't cooked for the past twenty years, but he didn't starve to death. Only he knew what he was thinking.

When Shen Jihuai heard that his wife wanted to learn how to cook, he was overwhelmed and hated himself for not having enough talent to guide Apumian. However, Apumian's eyes were earnest and it seemed that he really wanted to learn.

Shen Jihuai raised his eyebrows, but it was not easy to refuse. He regarded this as a benefit, being able to spend some time alone with Apumian. So he simply asked Apumian to stand farther away and watch so that he would not be choked by the thick smoke.

Fortunately, there were not many ingredients to prepare. Shen Jihuai cleaned the pot, dried it and started pouring oil. Apmian subconsciously hid behind.

Shen Jihuai found it a little funny: "The oil won't splash out if the pot is burned dry, don't worry about it splashing on your hands."

Apumian shook his head in horror. "No, I think it will splash out."

"Then do you still want to learn how to cook?" Shen Jihuai teased him.

Apumian thought for a moment and said firmly, "Yes, I must learn."

"Then come closer and I'll teach you."

Shen Jihuai compromised. Shen Jihuai wanted benefits and Shen Jihuai wanted to be close to the person, so Shen Jihuai taught him hand in hand.

He stood behind, hugging Apumian from behind with both hands. Apumian held a spatula in one hand and a plate in the other. Behind him was a warm chest pressed against him, and an indescribable fragrance lingered around him. Yes, he could not calm down and could not hear what Shen Jihuai was saying at all. He could only hear his own deafening heartbeat, as if it was about to jump out, and was closely connected with Shen Jihuai's heart.

Why on earth did he agree to Shen Jihuai on impulse?

Apmian really wanted to crawl under the table immediately. Woo woo woo, is it really okay for an unmarried female insect like him to have skin-to-skin contact with a male insect? It is simply outrageous.

Shen Jihuai grabbed his hand and put the food into the pot. The moment the food touched the oil, it immediately started dancing like a carnival, sizzling out. Apumian closed his eyes and tried to hide, but there was no place to hide. He could only bury his face in the crook of Shen Jihuai's neck and said fearfully, "What should I do next?"

"What about the next step..." Shen Jihuai put the plate back in his hand and continued to hold his hand to stir the vegetables in the wok. The feeling of the oil popping out was not so obvious. Apumian could barely take a few glances and realized that he had taken the initiative to be intimate with Shen Jihuai. His face was as red as a sweet watermelon, making people want to take a bite to see if it was really sweet.

But now Shen Jihuai could only bite his tongue in silence, reminding himself to keep a clear mind. He couldn't kiss his wife yet, otherwise it would be bad if his wife broke his neck in an impulsive manner.

"Look at the pot."

Shen Jihuai spoke calmly, and Apmian immediately looked into the pot. His hands were completely grasped by Shen Jihuai. It seemed that he was cooking, but in fact it was Shen Jihuai who was frying.

"Bring the salt here and put half a spoonful in." Shen Jihuai pointed to the salt on his left hand.

Apumian operated with one hand, which was a bit unskilled. His hand shook and he put a full spoonful of liquid in. Realizing that he had made a mistake, he said angrily, "Maybe I put too much in."

Shen Jihuai said indifferently: "It's okay, I have a strong taste." It doesn't matter if it's a little salty, his wife is super sweet anyway.

If you eat saltier food in the future, you can ask his wife for some money. It’s a sure win.

"Oh, okay." Apmian comforted himself that it was okay, if it was too salty just drink more water.

When the food was almost done, Shen Jihuai took a step back reflexively, took a plate and scooped some water into the pot, asked Apmian to stir-fry it twice and then covered the pot.

The warm body suddenly stopped wrapping around him. Apumian was still a little reluctant and longed for Shen Jihuai's embrace. He really wanted to grab Shen Jihuai and beat him up. It was fine to cook, but was there any need to be so ambiguous and cause him to misunderstand.

So, when stir-frying, Apumian seemed to have a grudge against the vegetable and pushed the spatula into it with great force, which made Shen Jihuai's eyelids jump. He hurriedly grabbed his hand and slowly turned it over until all the water had soaked it.