I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Mo Yesi looked at her affectionately and left the kitchen with a smile.

After marrying Mo Yesi, Qiao Mianmian rarely cooked.

Although Mo Yesi said that he liked her cooking, he actually rarely let her cook. Qiao Mianmian usually cooked for him when she was in the mood.

He would eat it all whether it was good or bad.

Qiao Mianmian was very good at making home-cooked dishes. She made three dishes in less than half an hour.

The porridge was just done.

After washing her hands and taking off her apron, she got a housemaid to bring the dishes out.

"It's all done?" Mo Yesi was sitting in the living room watching the news. He immediately stood up when he saw her coming out of the kitchen.

"Mm, it's done. I fried a prawn, and the other two are vegetable dishes. Come and see if you like them."

"I've said it before, I like it as long as it's made by you." Mo Yesi smiled and walked to her side, putting his arm around her waist.

They walked towards the dining room together.

Qiao Mianmian's culinary skills weren't very good, but they were above average among ordinary people. The dishes looked good, smelled good, and tasted good. Although they weren't delicacies, in Mo Yesi's eyes, his wife's food was always the best.

He ate delicacies every day and was sick of them.

"It smells so good." He walked to the table and praised her before he even started eating. "It looks delicious. I just wanted porridge and some side dishes. This supper really suits my appetite."

"You haven't even eaten, and you already know that you like it." Qiao Mianmian sat down and picked up a prawn with her chopsticks. She then called out to him. "Try it and see how it tastes. I haven't cooked for a long time, I wonder if my culinary skills have deteriorated."

"Alright." Mo Yesi sat down beside her and ate the prawn.

"How is it?" Qiao Mianmian asked.

"It's delicious." Mo Yesi commented seriously. "The prawn is very tender, and the freshness is retained. The fire control is very good."

"Really?" Qiao Mianmian was rather happy to receive such high praise from him. Her eyes lit up. "I was afraid it would be too dry and that it wouldn't taste good."

"The texture is very suitable." Mo Yesi tasted another vegetable and praised it generously. "This dish tastes good, too."

"Then, eat more." To the chefs, the first thing they did was to confirm their culinary skills.

Especially since Mo Yesi was a very picky person.

Even though she knew that he was just praising her, who wouldn't be happy to hear that?

Mo Yesi looked up, his dark eyes full of affection. "Alright. I'll try my best to finish the love supper that my wife made."

…

After dinner, Qiao Mianmian took a shower and lay on the bed lazily.

Her side was slightly dented, and a warm breath surrounded her from behind. Her back was against the man's firm chest, and her slender waist was wrapped by a pair of equally warm arms.

"Mo Yesi…" Qiao Mianmian stiffened.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything." The man's voice was low and sexy as he whispered into her ear, "I know you have to wake up early tomorrow. I just want to hug you."

She relaxed.