Chapter 21 Why does everything my wife does taste good?

Jiang Ning went to bed early the night before, and woke up at dawn the next day.

She was quite disappointed when she went to the bathroom and didn't see Shen Mo taking a shower.

Back in my room, I drew back the curtains and could still hear the chorus of crickets and grasshoppers outside.

A gentle breeze caresses your face; these are all gifts from nature.

As dawn broke, Jiang Ning saw faint figures appearing and disappearing in the courtyard.

The crisp air chased away her slight drowsiness.

Shen Mo stood in the open space of the courtyard, his upper body completely naked, his abs showing off a sexy and toned physique.

Jiang Ning stared intently at the man in the courtyard who was doing squats while holding a large stone.

That's really self-disciplined; you got up early to exercise.

Jiang Ning unconsciously leaned over the windowsill to admire the view. They were still husband and wife; she wanted to see how his abs were doing.

She wasn't a person with feudalistic ideas, and she didn't mind the little things between husband and wife.

As she thought about it, a flush rose on Jiang Ning's face.

Oh dear, what are you thinking about?

Shen Mo knew Jiang Ning was watching when she opened the window. His palms were sweating slightly as he held the stone, but that didn't stop him from doing squats until he was practically flying.

After some inexplicable erotic images popped into her mind, Jiang Ning's face grew increasingly hot as she looked at them. She felt that if she continued looking, something terrible was about to happen, so she immediately turned around and ran to the kitchen.

Yesterday, Shen Mo brought back a large piece of pork belly with ginger and lemon, leaving some for steaming buns. The pork, with its alternating layers of fat and lean meat, was minced, mixed with scallions, ginger, and garlic, and then stir-fried with oil and seasonings to make a meat filling.

She took out the dough that she had fermented overnight from the bowl, kneaded it a few more times to release the air, and after kneading it until it was smooth and elastic, she rolled it into a long strip, divided it into equal-sized portions, and then she was ready to make steamed buns.

I made about ten steamed buns and used up the meat filling. I kneaded some extra dough, added some sugar with ginger and lemon, and am going to make sugar steamed buns.

Jiang Ning enjoys the feeling of being busy cooking alone, a feeling completely different from facing cold instruments and reagents in the laboratory.

Jiang Ning suddenly found herself enjoying this slower pace of life.

While she was busy, she felt someone walk in from behind. Without turning around, she knew who it was and casually instructed, "Shen Mo, add another bundle of firewood to the stove."

Shen Mo obediently sat down in front of the stove to add firewood.

He would occasionally glance up at that busy figure. He had seen many people cook, but none of them were like his wife, who never looked disheveled even when she was busy.

My wife is so beautiful.

He knew cooking was tiring, so he never planned for his wife to cook often. He even considered going to the army canteen to learn cooking skills from the chefs.

But my wife seems to really enjoy cooking.

The sky, which had been slightly bright and somewhat dark just moments before, was gradually illuminated by the rising morning light, becoming bright as day. A ray of light refracted through the roof tiles and fell onto the girl inside the house.

Jiang Ning placed the steamed buns on the steamer and cooked porridge on the other end. Seeing the two pots working smoothly, she patted the flour off her fingertips and turned her head to see Shen Mo squatting in front of the stove.

The man had just finished exercising when she called him over to start the fire. He was still shirtless, sweat rolling down his face from his forehead to his sharp jawline.

Jiang Ning thought it was over, but Shen Mo suddenly raised his chin, and a drop of sweat traveled down his jawline to his slightly protruding Adam's apple. What was even more alarming was that he rolled his Adam's apple.

Jiang Ning looked away. She felt like Shen Mo was tempting her, but it was normal to exercise early in the morning and to sweat!

The water in the pot boiled and steam rose. As the heat gradually increased in the kitchen, Jiang Ning also felt the heat.

Shen Mo filled the stove with firewood, then stood up.

The kitchen wasn't very spacious, and when Shen Mo stood up, the already small kitchen seemed even more cramped.

"The steamed buns will be ready soon. You, go take a shower and then come out to eat." Jiang Ning was flustered and, in her confusion, she reached out to push Shen Mo.

Upon touching something scalding hot, Jiang Ning quickly pulled her hand back, exclaiming softly, "It's so hot!"

Upon hearing her voice, Shen Mo explained, "My body temperature is higher than normal."

Jiang Ning urged him, "You, you should go take a shower."

Shen Mo went to take a shower.

Shen Mo took a ladle and scooped up cold water, pouring it over his head, hoping to cool down the heat rising in his abdomen as soon as possible.

Everyone says that men shower quickly, finishing in just a few minutes, but Shen Mo didn't come out of the bathroom until the steamed buns were cooked, still drying his hair.

Jiang Ning silently labeled him as a clean person; she hated men who were covered in sweat and odor.

But when Shen Mo was adding firewood and sweating profusely, she didn't think he smelled bad at all.

Upon opening the lid, the aroma of the steamed buns filled the air, and Shen Mo smelled the enticing fragrance as soon as he stepped outside.

He paused for a moment.

It smells so good.

Everything my wife makes smells delicious!

Shen Mo walked into the kitchen and watched Jiang Ning using chopsticks to pick up the buns one by one and put them into a bowl.

Jiang Ning sensed something and looked up to see the man staring intently at the buns in the pot, his eyes sparkling, practically drooling.

Jiang Ning's phoenix eyes shimmered like autumn water, and she suddenly had the urge to tease him.

"You're drooling."

Sure enough, Shen Mo subconsciously touched his mouth.

"Hahaha..." Jiang Ning couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Just kidding."

Shen Mo also realized that he had been amused by his wife.

In fact, Shen Mo has a naturally stern face and a rather bad temper. When he frowns, his soldiers will tuck their tails between their legs and walk away. No one dares to joke around in front of him, let alone tease him.

He always restrained his temper in front of Jiang Ning, but his wife still felt very distant from him.

Now I finally feel like they're a couple.

His wife really wasn't afraid of him at all.

He was very happy.

Jiang Ning was in a good mood. The greatest affirmation for a chef is when someone likes her cooking. She picked up a steamed bun, blew on it, and then held it to Shen Mo's lips. "Try it. Is it good?"

Shen Mo was stunned when he saw the steamed bun being offered to his mouth. No one had ever fed him before.

Eager to get the other party's evaluation, Jiang Ning urged, "Try it quickly, how does it taste?"

Shen Mo listened to her and took a bite of half a bun. The aroma filled his mouth, and Shen Mo's eyes lit up.

"Delicious!" After a slight pause, as if feeling that such a two-word praise was too general, she added, "It leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, and tastes delicious. If you opened a shop, there would definitely be a lot of people vying to buy from you!"

Jiang Ning was already satisfied with the first affirmation from him, but she didn't expect the rest of the conversation to follow.

She happily ladled out another bowl of porridge and handed it to Shen Mo, saying, "Thank you for the compliment, but I have no intention of opening a steamed bun shop. It's too tiring."

Shen Mo took the porridge and then took the steamed bun she had picked up. "Even if you really want to, you can't. It's too tiring."

No one in the food service industry is immune to exhaustion. His wife is thin and frail; he doesn't want her to work so hard.