In the kitchen, Yuzuru took out ingredients from the all-purpose capsule.

He casually picked up Mrs. Yoshida's apron from the side and tied it on. The apron was printed with cute cartoon patterns, which created a wonderfully cute contrast with his tall and handsome image.

He first washed the fresh shrimp that Ayumi liked best, peeled off the shells neatly, and set the shrimp meat aside for later use.

Next, multitasking, I sliced ​​the pork belly into thin slices and stir-fried them in a hot pan. With a sizzling sound, the aroma of the meat instantly filled the entire kitchen.

Thanks to his telekinetic powers, Yuzuru seemed to possess countless invisible hands. He methodically rinsed the rice while simultaneously directing the water flow for washing vegetables. Under his control, the vegetables on the cutting board were chopped into uniform shapes.

The rice in the rice cooker gradually became soft, sticky, and sweet under the steam, while in the soup pot next to it, the rich soup was bubbling and simmering over low heat.

He can do the work of an entire team all by himself.

The movements were fluid and methodical.

Don't even mention it, if they were to use this to tighten screws, they'd be making a killing.

What would normally take more than an hour to prepare a sumptuous dinner was all done in just half an hour thanks to Yuzuru Nan's efficient work.

*Snap*

"knock off!"

Yuzuru snapped his fingers crisply, and the pots, pans, and ladles that had been busily flying in the air seemed to hear a rallying cry, instantly returning to their original positions in perfect unison.

Satisfied with his masterpiece, Yuzuru Hanyu smiled slightly. He then picked up a towel to wipe his hands, ladled out a bowl of milky white papaya soup, and walked out of the kitchen.

In the bedroom, Mrs. Yoshida was resting on the bed, her eyes showing signs of fatigue.

The intense battle just now had brought this young woman to the peak of pleasure, causing her to plummet from a state of euphoria to a limp, lifeless state on the bed, savoring the afterglow.

Yu Sheng Nan walked in carrying the soup, sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at the young woman with a languid spring-like expression on her face, and said with a smile, "Madam, dinner is ready. Come and try my cooking."

Mrs. Yoshida slightly opened her eyes and saw Yuzuru sitting by the bedside with a steaming bowl of papaya soup, a gentle smile on his face.

In that instant, it was as if something had struck her heart.

A feeling of happiness welled up inside her. She pulled the blanket up to cover her bare shoulders, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "You... how did you finish so quickly?"

Yu Sheng Nan chuckled and placed the soup bowl on the bedside table. "I just saw how hard you worked, so of course I had to reward you properly."

Mrs. Yoshida's blush deepened at his words, and she playfully punched his arm, her tone a mix of reproach and tenderness: "You still dare to say that! It's all your fault... so... so..."

She stammered for a long time, the shy words stuck in her throat, unable to come out. Finally, feeling too embarrassed, she simply buried her head in the blanket.

She looked just like a shy kitten, leaving only a slightly trembling back view, making people feel both cute and pitiful.

Seeing this, Yu Shengnan couldn't help but laugh out loud. He reached out and pulled her out of the quilt, saying softly, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Here, have some soup first."

As he spoke, he picked up the soup bowl, held the soup spoon with his slender fingers, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and gently blew on it. The steam slowly dissipated, carrying the aroma of the soup.

He blew the soup cool and held it to Mrs. Yoshida's lips, saying, "Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Mrs. Yoshida opened her mouth and took a small sip.

The soup was delicious and rich, with a subtle papaya aroma that instantly whetted her appetite. She couldn't help but take another sip, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Yuzuru.

"It tastes so good! Why does my homemade version always seem to be a little lacking?"

Ever since Yuzuru said he preferred her to be a little plumper when he left, Mrs. Yoshida has been putting in a lot of effort at home these days, focusing on making papaya soup.

But each time, the taste was just a little bit off.

However, the effect was obvious. Compared to the somewhat thin young woman when we first met, she is now much more voluptuous, with more graceful and charming curves, like a flower that has blossomed more beautifully, exuding a mature charm.

At least we don't have to worry about our future children going hungry...

In response to this question, Yu Shengnan raised an eyebrow smugly: "This is a secret recipe, the kind that's only passed down to men, not women."

Mrs. Yoshida laughed at his joke.

The two were intimately exchanging experiences when suddenly a series of light footsteps came from outside the door, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.

Upon hearing the sound, Mrs. Yoshida immediately tensed up.

She quickly sat up from Yuzuru's embrace, frantically tidying her hair and clothes, which were now disheveled from their earlier intimacy, while muttering under her breath, "Oh no, oh no, why are you back so early?"

She's a classic case of having a lover but forgetting her daughter.

"Mom! I'm home!"

Ayumi's clear voice came from the doorway, accompanied by the sound of her skipping footsteps.

Mrs. Yoshida quickly replied, "Yes, Ayumi, Mom is in the bedroom!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly got out of bed, straightened her dress, and walked quickly toward the bedroom door.

Yuzuru leaned lazily against the headboard, a playful smile on his face, watching Yoshida's flustered state with a leisurely air.

He also casually straightened his collar.

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