Chapter 189 My Favorite

Standing outside the kitchen, Tong Wanwan could clearly see the tutorial video projected in mid-air.

She had also seen that video. The creator was a gourmet who was dedicated to researching ancient Earth recipes and had achieved some success.

At this moment, the man was meticulously imitating the tutorial content, stir-frying the "Fish-flavored Shredded Pork" in a methodical manner.

In fact, because he was too focused, he didn't even notice the gaze coming from behind him.

Perhaps to facilitate cooking, or perhaps for some other purpose—Avis was wearing her pink apron.

The bow on the back of the apron was ugly, but it was obvious that an effort had been made.

This apron is one size fits all and is suitable for both men and women. It will not look out of place even when worn by Mr. Marshal.

On the contrary...it unexpectedly suits his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his extremely standard and perfect inverted triangle body curve.

As if her eyes were glued shut, Tong Wanwan stared at his back in a trance without blinking.

After a long time, she tentatively lowered her footsteps and walked towards the kitchen.

The silver-haired man still didn't raise his head as he stir-fried the food in the pot.

Tong Wanwan: “……!”

With Mr. Marshal's vigilance, she was not discovered.

Are you so serious about making dinner?

Or...

Was he too familiar with her scent to notice it?

No matter what the reason was, Tong Wanwan felt that the softest corner of her heart was so warm that flowers were about to burst out.

One step, then another, until it was right behind him.

In the air, in addition to the rich aroma of food, Tong Wanwan could also vaguely smell the faint scent of sandalwood, which was like the scent of Mr. Marshal.

The scent is very special and inexplicably familiar.

but……

It smells so good.

Mr. Marshal, you smell delicious all over.

She suddenly felt in a great mood.

She even wanted to reach out and hug Elvis from behind, and when he turned his head in surprise, look up and give him a sweet and sparkling smile.

And she did just that.

When love is deep, it is hard to stop.

“!”

The surprise in the silver-haired man's eyes was hard to fake; he really didn't notice any of Tong Wanwan's actions.

Or perhaps, his body noticed it, but his brain subconsciously classified these small movements as something that did not need to be guarded against.

"It's been a long time since you came back?" The man immediately waved to the housekeeping robot in the corner and asked it to take his place.

He turned around and hugged Tong Wanwan, picked her up easily with one hand and took her out of the kitchen.

"You came back by yourself? Why didn't you tell me?"

Elvis frowned, pretending to lower his eyes, grabbed the girl's slender waist, and shook her round and firm buttocks as she sat on his arms as if as a punishment.

"Hmm!" She subconsciously hugged Elvis' neck tightly.

"I just... I just wanted to give you a surprise." Tong Wanwan hesitated for a moment and explained softly.

His voice became lower and lower, and he obviously felt guilty.

But she thought about it and felt something was wrong. She poked his face with her index finger angrily and said, "I'm not a child. I can go home by myself. Marshal, just cook dinner and wait for me to come back, just like you did just now~"

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It was the first time I saw Mr. Marshal cook, and it was quite interesting.

I always feel that this man looks more like a robot than a small household machine.

What seasonings and ingredients to put in, how much water to add, how long to stir-fry... The man followed the steps in the tutorial strictly and was so serious that she found it adorable.

"no."

Elvis is also very stubborn on these issues.

He squeezed his girlfriend's waist tightly and said, "You have to answer it yourself."

Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and the next second, she heard the silver-haired man's low voice, seriously accusing: "There are too many people coveting my baby."

Regardless of whether they were male, female, or even pet animals, he selfishly didn't want them to take away even a bit of Tong Wanwan's attention.

The Marshal has a strong sense of crisis.

Or rather, it was so strong that it was outrageous - he always secretly felt that everyone in the world was waiting for them to break up and take his place.

If even the right to "send his girlfriend home" is taken away, how can he assert his sovereignty in front of those school brats?

Tong Wanwan widened her eyes slightly.

When she showed a look of surprise, her black eyes were moist and innocent.

"……baby?"

Elvis also fell silent.

He... said it?

The two words he originally wanted to say were "Wanwan".

The Marshal paused, but showed no intention of correcting his words.

His hands were still tightly wrapped around the girl's waist, not wanting her to get off him. His deep golden eyes stared straight at her, as if hoping for a response.

After being stunned for two seconds, Tong Wanwan finally understood what Elvis meant.

Mr. Marshal, do you want her to call you more intimately?

Tong Wanwan opened her lips and glanced at the pet room.

It was very quiet. It seemed that the two children were still lying in the game cabin playing games and could not hear any movement in the living room.

Even so, she, who was a bit shy by nature, chose to hug the silver-haired man tightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly -

"Ivis, you're my baby too."

The warm and moist breath sprayed softly beside his ear, causing Elvis' pupils to shrink slightly, and the half of his body that was close to her froze.

"No," Tong Wanwan argued, "The one being coveted should be Mr. Marshal, right?!"

She mumbled coquettishly, "Mr. Marshal has been ranked number one in the Federation's 'most desired man' for several years. There are thousands of women who like you. Who wouldn't want to be with Mr. Marshal?"

She didn't think anything of it until she said it.

but……

After saying this, Tong Wanwan actually felt a little sour in her heart.

Things that I thought were normal suddenly became something I paid attention to.

White moonlight and heartthrob are not enough to describe Mr. Marshal.

Whenever the Marshal appears in public, he will inevitably stir up a "storm" among the federal people.

"!" Iviston paused, somewhat incredulous.

Is Wanwan...jealous?

He lowered his eyelids and was stunned for a long time before he pulled out his heart that had been unexpectedly pressed into the sugar jar.

"So...what about you?"

"Me?" Tong Wanwan puffed out her cheeks and blurted out, "Of course I like Mr. Marshal the most!"

Ives chuckled.

The voice was so beautiful that it made her ears numb.

“…You’re trying to kill me.”

People who never act coquettishly or say sweet words often can really be fatal once they say them.

Elvis finally stopped worrying and anxious about gains and losses.

If you didn't really like him, how could you say such sweet and lovely words?

Added sugar, added sugar, added sugar, added sugar, added sugar, added sugar

(End of this chapter)