A fashion queen

Mo Yunting slowly reached out and cautiously pushed open the familiar and welcoming door. With the gentle sound of the door hinges turning, a rich and warm fragrance rushed towards him like a warm current, instantly enveloping him. His eyes, which had been somewhat tired, suddenly brightened, and his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Cui Xueying was busy, absorbed in her work. She wore a loose, comfortable apron, the soft fabric gently brushing against her slender frame. Her long, lustrous black hair was casually tied back, a few strands playfully falling on either side of her face. She clutched a delicate spoon, methodically stirring the bubbling broth in the pot.

Watching this scene, Mo Yunting couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion well up in his heart. He walked towards Xueying quietly, like a child afraid to disturb her sweet dreams. When he reached her, he opened his arms without hesitation and hugged Cui Xueying tightly.

The sudden hug startled Xueying, who was concentrating on cooking, and she nearly dropped the spoon she was holding. She turned around hastily, and when she saw that it was Mo Yunting, a smile of ecstasy immediately spread across her pretty face.

"Are you back?" Cui Xueying asked softly, her tone full of concern and expectation.

"Well, I'm back." Mo Yunting responded gently, burying his head deep in Xueying's neck, greedily inhaling her unique fragrance, "You smell so good."

Hearing these affectionate words, Cui Xueying's cheeks instantly flushed a light blush, as charming as peach blossoms in full bloom in spring. She shyly pushed Mo Yunting gently and said coquettishly, "Stop it, I'm still cooking." However, despite saying this, the corners of her mouth were always covered with a happy and sweet smile.

Mo Yunting slowly loosened his grip, but he didn't move an inch, still standing quietly beside Cui Xueying. His eyes were fixed on her as she busily cooked, as if time had stood still at that moment.

At that moment, Mo Yunting suddenly realized how seriously Cui Xueying was concentrating on cooking. The utensils in her hands seemed to come alive, tumbling up and down with her deft movements. Every chop, stir-fry, and seasoning was done with such precision and grace, as if she had done it countless times before.

Mo Yunting couldn't help but feel surprised, his mind racing back to every moment he'd spent with Cui Xueying. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a single memory of her cooking. This realization intensified his curiosity. When had this seemingly delicate woman mastered such exquisite culinary skills?

Just as Mo Yunting was lost in his thoughts, Cui Xueying seemed to notice something was wrong with him. She turned around, a hint of doubt in her eyes, and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?" Her voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of nature.

Mo Yunting came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he openly expressed the doubts that had just arisen in his heart: "I was wondering, when did you learn to cook? To be honest, I don't think I've ever seen you cook!"

Hearing this, Cui Xueying was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle. She blinked and said playfully, "Haha, do you really need to learn how to cook? I tell you, if I said it was an innate skill, would you believe me?"

Mo Yunting, far from being angry at Cui Xueying's slightly teasing words, smiled even more brightly. He gazed deeply at the woman before him, whose heart fluttered, his eyes filled with endless doting. He gently replied, "Of course I believe you! Not to mention that you were born to cook, even if you said you were a fairy who fell from the sky, I would still believe you. Because from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were special."