A fashion queen

Mo Yunting stood in the center of the kitchen, sunlight streaming through the window onto his tall figure, casting a warm halo. He expertly picked up the kitchen knife and chopped the fresh vegetables into even pieces, the blade making a crisp, rhythmic sound as it struck the chopping board.

Next, he rinsed the rice and cooked it in the rice cooker. He then lit the stove, poured in a suitable amount of cooking oil, and once the oil heated up, quickly added the chopped vegetables and began stir-frying. The flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the crackling sound from within was like a joyful symphony.

As time ticked by, beads of sweat began to form on Mo Yunting's forehead. However, his hands never faltered, and he performed each step with extreme care and attention. Today, he wanted to prepare a delicious and hearty dinner for his beloved wife, one filled with love and care.

After an indeterminate amount of time, a series of exquisite dishes, each one brimming with color, fragrance, and flavor, were finally served. The steamed fish was tender and smooth, exuding an alluring aroma; the braised pork was bright red, fatty but not greasy; the stir-fried vegetables were juicy green and refreshing... Mo Yunting couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as he gazed upon the table full of his meticulously prepared delicacies.

At that moment, the bedroom door slowly opened, and Cui Xueying stumbled out. Her delicate frame seemed to bear a heavy burden, and each step seemed incredibly difficult, as if each step ripped at an unhealed wound. When her eyes fell upon the sumptuous meal on the dining table, her once pale face lit up with surprise.

"Honey, you're awake! Come and try the food I made for you." Mo Yunting smiled and walked over to support her, saying softly. Seeing her walk so slowly and laboriously, Mo Yunting felt a surge of remorse and regret: it was all his fault for not being able to control his surging desire, asking for it again and again, causing her to have difficulty even walking.

When Mo Yunting saw her weak appearance, his heart ached. Without saying a word, he gently picked her up by the waist and walked towards the dining table with big strides, not allowing her to make any unnecessary movements. He protected her carefully, as if she were a fragile treasure, fearing that some private part of her body would be hurt again.

As soon as she was gently placed on the chair, Cui Xueying was like a hungry kitten. She couldn't wait to stretch out her chopsticks, carefully picked up a small bite of the dish, slowly put it into her cherry mouth, and then began to chew and savor it carefully.

In that instant, her beautiful, already watery eyes widened, like two glittering gemstones, sparkling with surprise and satisfaction. Then, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! Honey, this dish is absolutely delicious! I never thought you could cook all these delicious dishes yourself!"

Hearing his wife's sincere and fervent praise, Mo Yunting's handsome face suddenly blossomed into a smile brighter than the sun, as charming and dazzling as a flower in full bloom in spring. He nodded slightly and replied softly, "Well, as long as you think it tastes good, then eat more. Just consider it my small compensation." As he spoke, his deep eyes gazed at her affectionately, filled with endless care and love.

Cui Xueying pouted, rolled her eyes at him, and grumbled, "Hmph, how dare you say that?" She subconsciously reached out and touched her still aching waist, secretly cursing this man in her heart, calling him a complete beast! They had been tossing and turning all night long, but who would have thought that he would still have so much energy and desire in the morning? It really made people love and hate him!