Mu Xiaowan peeked her head out of the kitchen. Seeing the joyful look on Chen Cheng's face, she smiled as well.
"Mm." Chen Cheng smiled and slowly walked into the kitchen.
"The Demon Beast Porridge and the old mountain ginseng are both ready. They're keeping warm in the pot. I thought you were going to cultivate for a while longer, so I haven't served them yet. Wait a moment, I'll bring them out now."
As Mu Xiaowan spoke, she moved to lift the pot lid.
Even though she wore an apron, it couldn't hide her delicate and graceful figure. She had the distinct air of a young farmer's wife.
Chen Cheng's heart stirred. He stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around her soft, slender waist. Leaning in close to her ear, he softly inhaled her familiar, elegant fragrance and said gently, "No rush."
Feeling Chen Cheng's tender affection, Mu Xiaowan's pretty face immediately flushed. She chided him playfully, "Brother Cheng, there you go again..."
