Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Cooking

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Qin Xue was really on the verge of tears. This man was too bullying. How could he tease her like this? She might not have experienced this kind of deep affection before, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand it.

After one kiss, both of them were panting. It was truly a sweet torture.

“Let go, I’ll go cook,” Qin Xue thought that she needed to find something else to do to avoid the awkward situation.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be the man who would eat her, but she herself who wouldn’t be able to resist his charm and pounce on him. It was crucial to

separate themselves quickly and not let things go on like this, as things might really get out of hand.

Just that she didn’t expect her voice to be so tender that it frightened her and made her quickly cover her mouth and not dare to speak.

“Xue’er, don’t move, let me hold you a bit longer,” Chu Molin hadn’t come to his senses yet.

Chu Molin found it very comfortable holding his soft wife, and her voice was very pleasing to his ears as well.

Her soft, tender voice was like a feather brushing against Chu Molin ‘s heart. This voice, full of emotion, was like poppies – it could make one addicted.

“Chu Molin, are you done yet? We need to cook, the babies say they’re hungry,” Qin Xue stiffened and didn’t dare to move, feeling very uncomfortable.

“Wife, you sit down and rest, I’ll go cook,” Chu Molin still wanted to hold his soft wife, but he couldn’t bear to let her go hungry.

“Uh, you cook? Chu Molin, can you cook?” Qin Xue didn’t doubt him, but she hadn’t seen any cooking utensils at home before. She only bought them after she arrived.

So when Chu Molin said he would cook, Qin Xue looked at him suspiciously.

“Why are you looking at me like that, girl? Isn’t it a good thing that I’m going to cook for you?” Chu Molin might not be very good at cooking, but he could at least cook noodles.

“Chu Molin, I’m not doubting you, but are you sure you can cook and won’t burn the food?” Qin Xue’s suspicious tone and gaze really struck Chu Molin.

“Wife, don’t underestimate your man. I’ll go cook for you,” Chu Molin really wanted to show off his skills and not let his young wife look down on him.

“It’s not that I’m underestimating you, but you said you could cook, and I didn’t see you do it before, and there weren’t even any pots and pans at home. How can you blame me for not believing you?” Qin Xue looked at her husband with a wronged expression.

“Well, Xue’er isn’t underestimating me, it’s all because I’ve been too busy. I never cooked for my Xue’er before, so it’s normal that you don’t know. Besides, I can only cook noodles,” Chu Molin admitted a bit sheepishly.

Okay, the man who just confidently claimed he could cook now had an unnatural expression on his usually cold face.

“Pfft, Chu Molin, you’re so cute,” Qin Xue held his handsome face and kissed him.

“Let’s go, we’ll cook together. Didn’t we buy chicken? I want to eat white cut chicken. I’ll teach you how to cook this dish,” Qin Xue slid off his leg, stood up, and pulled his big hand towards the kitchen.

You remove the seal on the stove and add coal inside. I’ll wash the pot, and then you clean the whole chicken and put it in the pot with water to boil.

Qin Xue took the pot and added spiritual spring water while Chu Molin went to light the fire. She didn’t bring it over but instead put it on the ground, waiting for Chu Molin to come and pick it up.

She couldn’t do everything for him. Otherwise, the man would think the woman was spoiled.

Qin Xue didn’t want to do that. She had to give him chances to show off every so often so their feelings would become stronger and more harmonious.

Qin Xue took advantage of this time to clean the dipping sauce ingredients, set them aside, took out the leftover fish balls from last time, and prepared to make a soup with them and some vegetables. A pan-seared green chili pepper dish would be enough for the two of them..