She picked up a small cream biscuit and smacked her lips:

"Sister, you are having a day like... a day like a fairy! I have eaten cookies like this before! I didn't expect you have it here, Zhaodi, come and try the good stuff from your aunt's house!"

As she spoke, she stuffed the biscuits to Zhaodi beside her, with an unspeakable meaning in her tone.

Zhaodi was flattered and took it, taking small bites, not daring to make any sound.

She just felt that the biscuits were fragrant and sweet, and were the most precious thing she had ever eaten in her life.

Ding Panyu put down the cup and asked mysteriously, "Sister, what level is my brother-in-law now? This treatment, this house, this..."

She used her hand to draw a circle around, "It's not something that ordinary people can afford, right? The food and daily necessities at home must be very expensive, right? And there's an aunt who specializes in cooking..."

She nodded toward the kitchen.

The smile on Ding Panyun's face faded a little, and his tone became lighter:

"This is the treatment she deserves. The expenses at home are not bad, and we have no income. Aunt Liu is a relative specially hired to take care of Shen Mo's confinement, not a servant to cook."

"Sister, your choice is better, unlike 놖..."

Ding Panyun looked at the complicated expression on her sister's face and listened to the sound of her strings, and the joy in her heart was diluted a little.

But it was good that they were willing to help, so she gave them the same hard work fee as Aunt Liu.

Zhaodi looked around and whispered to Ding Panyu:

"Aunt, are we really here to help?"

"That's no nonsense, we are all here."

"I just saw the dishes being cooked in the kitchen. There's so much meat. Can you guys eat it?"

"Look at how you have become so successful. Why are you the same as your uncle? Now that you are here, you should not be polite. We are all relatives."

Ye Zhaodi immediately became excited, "In the past, eating meat once a month was considered a lot."

“Here, you can eat whatever you want.”

In Ding Panyu's eyes, Aunt Liu's good temper seemed to be a soft persimmon that could be easily exploited.

This afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and Shen Mo was resting in the recliner by the window in the living room.

From the kitchen came the sound of Aunt Liu pressing the recipe button and a gentle female voice reading: "… For crucian carp soup, you need a fresh crucian carp, clean it and lightly fry it on both sides…"

Aunt Liu followed the instructions with full concentration, and the aroma of fried fish wafted from the pan.

Ding Panyu came in wearing slippers. She had just woken up, her hair was still a little messy, and her face was a little greasy from the freshly applied cream.

She sniffed, looked into the pot, and immediately frowned.

"Oh, Aunt Liu! There's only so little oil in this fish soup? You need to put more oil! And the ginger slices, what's the use of cutting them so thin? You need to cut them thicker! Beat them hard! Remove the fishy smell! Her voice was not loud, but she had an unquestionable commanding aura, and she picked up the oil bottle on the stove."

He kept giving instructions naggingly beside me.

Aunt Liu was listening intently to the next step of the recipe when she was suddenly interrupted. Her hands shook and she almost flipped over the freshly fried fish.

She quickly protected the pot, smiling but speaking in an awkward tone: "Sister Panyu, this recipe says... too much oil makes it greasy, ginger slices are good like this, it removes the fishy smell and enhances the flavor, the heat is also important..."

A trace of displeasure flashed across Ding Panyu's face. She snorted, "Okay, okay, okay! You're a 'professional', I'll listen to you! You're not worried that Mo Yatou won't get enough nutrition!"

"Then you go ahead and do your work! By the way, the meat in the fried pork slices at noon was cut too thick, it hurts your teeth! Cut it thinner next time and add more chili to the fried rice!"

After saying this, she turned around and left the kitchen, leaving Aunt Liu sighing helplessly.

Shen Mo also noticed that this aunt was too nosy.

She walked over to Aunt Liu and comforted her, "Aunt, don't worry about what she says. Tell mother-in-law later."

"Hey, what are you talking about? Don't say anything. This is your mother-in-law's sister. If you say something bad about her, won't it affect the unity of the family? Be obedient, it's okay."

But Shen Mo still felt uncomfortable and decided to tell Lu Qingyang about it first.

…

Ye Zhaodi was very honest at first. She did whatever she was told to do and was quite skillful.

She usually helped Aunt Liu with picking vegetables, washing dishes, and cleaning the house.

But ever since she ran into Lu Qingyang in the kitchen that day, the peace in her heart was completely disturbed.

That evening, Zhaodi was cleaning the stove in the kitchen when she heard Lu Qingyang's gentle voice in the living room: "Are you hungry? There's still some time before dinner. I'll make you a brown sugar egg to fill your stomach."

Shen Mo responded softly.

Zhaodi looked over curiously and saw Lu Qingyang casually putting his gloves on the back of the chair, then rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his strong arms, and walked straight into the kitchen!

Zhaodi was so frightened that she quickly drew her head back, her heart pounding.

In her hometown, it is absolutely impossible for a man to enter the kitchen, as that is a sign of "lack of ambition".

But the man in front of him actually...actually cooked eggs for his wife himself?

She pretended to concentrate on wiping the same tile that had already been polished to a shine, but she couldn't help but glance over at it out of the corner of her eye.

Lu Qingyang's movements were very skillful.

He carefully put the cooked poached eggs into a white porcelain bowl, carried it to the living room, and sat next to Shen Mo.

Stirring gently with a spoon, blowing on it, she handed the spoon to Shen Mo's mouth and said softly, "Little hot."

Shen Mo took small bites of the food from his hand.

Zhaodi stood at the kitchen door, holding a wipe in her hand. She watched Lu Qingyang's cautious movements and listened to his soft voice.

Looking at Shen Mo's appearance of being cared for by the sperm, her vagina seemed to be hit hard by something, and it felt sore and swollen, with a hint of inexplicable heat.

After returning home and sleeping with Ding Panyu, she began to feel a strange feeling in her heart.