She's not a great cook, but she's incredibly skilled with a knife; she can chop potatoes like they're slaying a demon.
With a few quick swipes, a whole potato is transformed into a potato slice as thin as a cicada's wing.
After a few more swipes, the potato slices turned into even strips of potato shreds.
Fu Jingyao, wearing an apron, was cooking when he glanced at his wife beside him, a smile playing on his thin lips.
He cooks, and she stays by his side; this is the happiness that her parents talk about.
After my mother passed away, my father seemed to have lost his soul, spending every day in tears. Eventually, he became depressed and followed her in death.
Fu Jingyao had never understood this kind of feeling, but now he completely understood it.
If Lin Xi isn't in this world, what's the point of his life?
A thought popped into his mind: no matter where she is, he must find her, for all eternity, without ever stopping.
Fu Jingyao was in a daze for a moment, then a sudden pain shot through his heart, as if Xixi had really left him.
No, she's right in front of me, she won't leave.
Fu Jingyao put down the spatula and hugged her from behind. "Xixi, you're here, right?"
Suddenly being grabbed around the waist, Lin Xi almost chopped the cutting board in half with a knife, but she managed to restrain herself.
"I'm here, so what?"
"It's nothing, I just wanted to hug you."
Feeling her warm body temperature and hearing her vibrant heartbeat, Fu Jingyao suppressed his earlier unease and kept calling her name.
“Xixi…”
A burnt smell filled the air, and Lin Xi jumped up abruptly. "Bie Xi, the food's burning! Turn off the heat right now!!"
Fu Jingyao turned around, and a raging fire broke out at the bottom of the pot, the flames almost burning his clothes.
Lin Xi pulled him away and took out an ice talisman to throw it in.
Bang--!
The fire went out, but the pot exploded.
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