Seeing her smiling so happily, Yinzhen looked at the dumplings in his hand, smiled helplessly, and then began to work on the next one.
The result was naturally not very satisfactory.
Although making dumplings may seem like it doesn't require much skill, it does take some talent.
For Yinzhen, this was even more difficult than being punished by his teacher to do homework when he was a child.
For the first time, Yinzhen experienced the frustration of trying hard but seeing no results, through dumplings.
Tong Cheng'er is also getting better at it, and the dumplings she makes are becoming more and more round and plump, looking fair and tender, which is very pleasing.
On the dough were dumplings made by the two people. One side was neat and cute, while the other side was all sorts of odd shapes, so much so that it was hard for onlookers to bear to look at them.
Looking at her own work and then at his, Tong Cheng'er couldn't help but laugh. She started laughing again: "What, now that you've wrapped so many, you shouldn't be rusty anymore! Looks like it's not a matter of being rusty!"
After saying that, Tong Cheng'er clicked her tongue twice at his dumplings. Yinzhen felt quite helpless, but what she said was true; it was indeed not a matter of being rusty.
Although he admitted defeat, Yinzhen felt there was no need to retaliate against the young princess's "mockery." Fortunately, he had some flour on hand, and since he also had some on his hands, he took advantage of her not paying attention and rubbed flour all over her face.
Seeing this, Tong Cheng'er naturally refused to give up and returned the dumpling. At this point, the two of them forgot about making dumplings and started exchanging them back and forth, making quite a lively scene.
At first, they were just sitting and fooling around, but eventually, I don't know who got up first, but they both stood up.
The kitchen was covered in flour. Tong Cheng'er was not as tall or strong as him, so she was at a disadvantage and was not particularly happy. She pretended to throw flour at him while saying, "You don't even know how to give way to me."
As soon as she finished speaking, a handful of flour bumped right into Yinzhen's face. Seeing this, Tong Cheng'er knew he wouldn't let her off the hook, so she tried to run away, but she didn't see the stool under her feet and tripped over it...
Just as she was about to collapse, Yinzhen reacted quickly, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his arms.
The kitchen fell silent. The two men were taking care of each other's partners, their hearts pounding wildly. Yinzhen looked at his little princess in front of him. She was originally a dignified woman with light makeup, but now her face had a few patches of flour that he had rubbed on, making her look like the cat she was raising, which was very endearing.
Yinzhen was just a bit too abstinent in appearance and a bit too cold in nature. Faced with readily available beauty, he naturally wouldn't pretend to be a saint and do nothing.
So Tong Cheng'er saw him slowly, slowly approaching.
Yinzhen captured Tong Cheng'er's lips with his own, one hand supporting her waist, the other gradually moving upwards to support her head. He was beginning to crave more, and simple touches were no longer enough for him.
He then began to delve deeper, and his tongue started to wander.
Tong Cheng'er wasn't uncomfortable at all, after all, the two had been married for a long time and had done more intimate things.
Besides, she enjoyed this kind of thing. After all, the man in front of her was truly an outstanding person. Tong Cheng'er wasn't some arrogant person who looked down on others. He was still devoted to her in ancient times, so Tong Cheng'er naturally couldn't resist and would inevitably become infatuated with him.
The room was so quiet that the only sounds could be the exchange of bodily fluids and the occasional heavy breathing.
Tong Cheng'er felt like she was being swallowed up. After a while, she couldn't keep up with his pace and started to feel breathless.
Seeing this, Yinzhen let him go.
In the moment of uncontrollable passion, Tong Cheng'er had placed her hands on his neck without him noticing. Now that their lips had parted, her hands were still on his neck.
The two remained pressed tightly together, able to feel each other's heartbeats.
Thump, thump...
Looking at the person in front of her, Tong Cheng'er felt that he was exceptionally different today, and even this kiss, which smelled of flour, was different from usual.
What to do? The more I look at him, the more handsome he seems.
Holding him, Tong Cheng'er felt a tingling sensation all over her body. She didn't know if her brain was short-circuiting from the occasional kisses he gave her, but she suddenly blurted out, "Have you opened up yet?"
Otherwise, how could the watch look so handsome!
Yinzhen's heart, which had been pounding wildly, almost stopped for a moment upon hearing these words. He was somewhat bewildered: "What do you mean?"
He didn't quite understand.
Tong Cheng'er shook her head: "It's nothing, just take it as me talking nonsense."
Yinzhen naturally refused, insisting that she explain herself. In the end, she couldn't resist and said, "You look even more heroic than before today. I was just thinking about your age; you're still growing!"
That's why I said "opened up".
However, thinking about this, Tong Cheng'er couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Although according to their current ages, Yinzhen was a year or two older than her, according to their mental age, they were almost forty years old in total across both lifetimes.
Suddenly, it felt a bit like an older man dating a younger woman, which made Tong Cheng'er feel adorable.
Seeing that he was still growing made Tong Cheng'er feel a strange sense of shame.
Feeling increasingly ashamed, Tong Cheng'er dared not look at Yinzhen anymore.
Upon hearing her words, Yinzhen was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened, and he immediately retorted, "Was I not valiant enough before?"
He had practiced martial arts since childhood. Although he couldn't compare to his older brother, he was still quite good. He was tall and had all the right features.
What gave the young princess the illusion that she was only now seeing her heroic nature?
Tong Cheng'er blushed and remained silent.
Yinzhen pressed on, "Why aren't you saying anything? Could it be that you haven't satisfied Cheng'er in bed, which has led to this misunderstanding?"
To say a man isn't heroic enough is practically the same as saying he's incapable.
"I did not mean that."
"Then what do you mean?"
Tong Cheng'er didn't even know what she meant anymore. She blamed herself for having a brain fart today, saying those things that gave Jing a handle to use against her, and she wouldn't let her off the hook at all.
"I am...I am..."
Tong Cheng'er couldn't explain it clearly; she stammered and couldn't speak.
The sight made Yinzhen unable to suppress the smile in his eyes.
With a sudden, forceful movement from Yinzhen, Tong Cheng'er moved even closer to him, their faces almost touching, leaving her speechless.
"Let me go in broad daylight, it's not good if someone sees us."
"Don't worry, Su Peisheng and the others are very sensible and won't see this."
"That won't do either. We still need to make dumplings. Stop messing around, okay?"
Tong Cheng'er couldn't break free, so she started to act coquettishly. She knew how to act coquettishly, and Shumulu usually fell for it, so she naturally learned it without being taught.
Yinzhen was not susceptible to coquetry, but he was smitten with his little princess. When she acted sweetly and affectionately towards him, he felt an urge to give her his heart.
So they immediately released the person.
However, before releasing the person, he whispered a few words in her ear, which made Tong Cheng'er blush with embarrassment.
Then she gave him a reproachful look: "You're so improper."
Upon hearing this, Yinzhen smiled in a "nonsensical" manner: "You and I are husband and wife. If I were to be serious with Cheng'er all the time, I'm afraid Cheng'er would resent me."
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