Moreover, seeing Xu Feng's robust body tightly wrapped in an apron was simply like a scene from a movie! Zhang Qian felt embarrassed watching from the side and couldn't help but step forward to ask, 'Do you need my help?' Xu Feng looked up at her, gestured for her to come over, and asked, 'Can you chop vegetables?' 'A little,' she replied. She didn't cook often, but she could handle simple chopping. However, her practical skills were poor. After watching her chop a few times from behind, Xu Feng noticed that the pieces were not only uneven in size but also lacked any shape. He straightforwardly embraced her from behind, grabbed her hand, and demonstrated, 'This is not right, let me teach you.'

Xu Feng truly had no other intentions at this moment. But as Zhang Qian's body was completely enveloped in Xu Feng's embrace, with Xu Feng behind her, his body closely pressed against her back, holding her hand and slowly teaching her how to chop, a fresh aura gradually emanated from Zhang Qian. Her fuller parts tightly leaned against his solid muscles. The two bodies pressed together, fitting seamlessly, as if they were a perfect match by nature. Perhaps because both Xu Feng and Zhang Qian were very serious at this time, the atmosphere was not awkward, but instead felt warm and cozy. Zhang Qian was quickly captivated by this ambiance. Her husband never cooked, and she always felt desolate when cooking alone before, like a servant, which was why she later lost interest in cooking. Now, even the basic task of chopping vegetables was somewhat unfamiliar to her. But Xu Feng was different... He was willing to cook, willing to listen to her talk, and more willing to accompany and warm her. Such a warm feeling made her utterly helpless, and her heart began to feel slightly hot. It wasn't until she noticed Xu Feng's little gesture that Zhang Qian was startled, her hand twitched, and the knife slipped, cutting her index finger. "Ouch!" Zhang Qian gasped in pain. "What happened?" Xu Feng immediately put down the kitchen knife in his hand, grabbed the woman's little palm, and put her finger in his mouth to stop the bleeding for Zhang Qian. Zhang Qian's eyes widened as she watched Xu Feng do all this, the warmth from her finger spreading to her face, making her cheeks flush, and the hot, wet touch scared her so much that her tone changed. She quickly said, "Don't, don't do this."

Xu Feng didn't let her go, but held her finger and said, 'I'm helping you stop the bleeding.' As he spoke, his tongue touched Zhang Qian's fingertip, and Zhang Qian immediately hissed, her little face scrunching up tightly. She was worried that she would lose control if this continued, so she hurriedly withdrew her finger and then pressed on the wound, saying, 'It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, I can handle it myself.' Xu Feng frowned: 'I'm the one who hurt you, I should be responsible for it.' After saying that, he went to get the band-aid and carefully dressed her wound. Throughout the process, Zhang Qian didn't say a word, just shyly stared at him. Her mind couldn't stop wandering. This time, without Zhang Qian, Xu Feng quickly processed the ingredients, cooked them in the pot, stir-fried the dishes, and then the pasta was ready. Even though a lot of time had passed, it felt like a blink of an eye to Zhang Qian. She forgot what she was thinking while staring at Xu Feng just now, and instead, she was full of admiration for the delicious food served on the table. Moreover, after Xu Feng finished cooking, he found candles and artificial roses from his room, which were perfect for setting up a candlelit dinner. After thinking for a while, he also took out his collection of red wine. After everything was set, he smiled at Zhang Qian and said, 'Madam, would you like to enjoy a candlelit dinner with me?' Saying this, he made a bowing gesture. It was simply the fulfillment of every woman's inner fantasy.