"Well..." I lowered my face and slowly moved forward to sleep on his chest. Immediately, Harry's heartbeat began to accelerate.
He sighed helplessly: "You are trying to seduce me."
"Then this is your test." I raised my lips and smirked, closing my eyes on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, and feeling the heat of his body, I tasted a sweetness And a warm sense of happiness.
His hand gently held my shoulder, and the other hand hugged my body. His chin gently rested on my forehead, and we slept in each other's arms.
I put my legs on his legs, and I slept very comfortably. I felt like... I didn't want to leave. I also hugged his waist, which was soft and thin, just right for hugging.
His heartbeat gradually stabilized, and I hoped that I could sleep quietly with him like this every night and enjoy this special sense of happiness and satisfaction.
In the dream, I saw the boy holding my hand in the sunflower field, it was Harry...
He smiled brightly under the big sunflower plate, touched my face, and kissed my lips lovingly...
I slowly opened my eyes, and someone was kissing my lips gently. He slowly left and covered me. His sweet smile was as bright as the sun.
"Are you awake?" He smiled at me, his amber eyes as bright and beautiful as topaz, and his soft voice whispered like the light waves.
I subconsciously reached out and hit him in the face.
But he held my hand and stared at me lovingly.
"I'm sorry, I'm used to it..." I said.
He smiled: "I'm used to it too..."
We looked at each other and smiled, and he slowly lowered his face. I immediately closed my eyes, and his lips gently pecked mine: "It's time to get up."
I blushed and opened my eyes, but he still didn't leave my head.
He continued to stare deeply into my face, his affectionate eyes carefully looking at every feature and skin on my face. His fingers gently traced my slender eyebrows, slowly moving down, and he smiled brightly: "My wife is indeed the most beautiful."
I feel like I have returned to the time when we first met, with him covering me and looking at me stupidly...
At that time, he still had the childishness of a teenager and seemed a little childish.
And this year, his growth was also amazing. Sister Ceci and Uncle Mason were right when they said that people need to experience feelings to grow.
Their son, Harry, has grown into a man who can be trusted and relied upon.
His hand gently stroked my neck and rested on the top of my chest, no longer going down.
"What should I do? I can't see enough..." He said softly and hoarsely, reluctantly leaning down to rub his face against the tip of my nose, and spitting words as gentle as goose feathers on my lips, "Wife... you can do it in the future. Do you want me to call you wife?"
"Well..." It turns out that liking and disliking are really different. I used to get upset when his wife screamed, and I just wanted to beat him.
And now, I'm afraid if he dares to call anyone my wife, I will immediately make him a eunuch!
His eyes twinkled happily, and he leaned down and completely pressed against me. His hands went under my neck and hugged me tightly: "Wife, wife, wife..."
I reached out and patted his back: "You are too heavy!"
He chuckled.
"Come to the kitchen with me, and I'll make breakfast for you." I suddenly wanted to make something to eat.
"Really!" He immediately left my body and stood on top of me, looking at me excitedly, "That's great!" He excitedly leaned down and kissed me hard on the forehead, as happy as a child.
However, he didn’t know that I had a conspiracy in letting him go to the kitchen!
Many people would say that if a woman wants to tie a man, she can tie his stomach first. But in our family, it's the other way around.
My mother has been pampered since she was a child. She was raised like a young lady at home, so her hands are not exposed to sunshine and she has never done housework. Therefore, her hands are white, soft, slender and beautiful.
But my father comes from an ordinary family. After joining the army, he was a cook at first and he especially liked cooking. So later on, he captured my mother with delicious food, outsmarting the thousands of men who were chasing my mother at that time, and won her back.
Therefore, I learned how to cook from my dad, especially pasta. There is nothing my dad can’t cook.
But I can't do it well, because when it comes to kneading dough, men are really strong and good at kneading.
Harry was kneading the dough with a silly smile. Apparently he didn't mind at all that I asked him to work as a laborer. Husband, a laborer, isn't that what my husband is used to do
The head chef of Kempins, the fat chef and Sister Weier were looking at us intently.
"Every step must be recorded!" the head chef of Kempins ordered loudly.
"Yes!" The fat master stood ready, and a small flying robot recorded Harry and I making breakfast with almost no blind spots at 360 degrees.
"thumping!"
"thumping!"
The sound of Harry slamming noodles could be heard in the kitchen. After his hands got bigger, he was very good at kneading the dough. For a man who could easily punch through a cement wall, kneading the dough was as easy as squeezing an ant to death.
"Do you think I'm like this?" Harry asked me.
I subconsciously reached out to hold his hands, and then kneaded them into the dough. The milky white, wet, and sticky dough was squeezed out from our fingertips: "Don't use too much force, use gentle kneading." It’s the face that makes it tough.”
Harry looked at me happily. When I was about to pull my hand away, he held my hand firmly in the dough. My face suddenly turned red. He also started kneading my hand in the dough, making the dough wet. Squeezing it between our fingers, the dough made a sticky sound.
"Let go!" I shouted urgently, "It's being filmed!" I glanced at the small flying robot on the side.
Harry smiled brightly and let go of my hand. My hand was already stained by the sticky sticky dough and I couldn't shake it off.
Harry is so bad! My heartbeat accelerated again.
"Luo Bing, what are you going to do today?" The fat chef asked, already smacking his lips, "Is it bread?"
"No, it's steamed buns." I regained my composure and started pretending to be meat stuffing, "Meat buns."
"Baozi?!" The fat chef seemed to be full of expectations!
Harry and I made a total of twelve meat buns. When the buns were put into the pot and started to steam, Chef Kempins, Big Fat Chef and Sister Weier all gathered around the pot and watched intently.
With the "advanced" processing of food in this world, many cooking techniques have been lost. In the kitchen of Silvermoon City, you can't find any salad oil, only olive oil.
When the snow-white buns swelled under the pot lid, everyone exclaimed. Harry looked at the big white bun that was slowly swelling, and then secretly glanced at my chest. I immediately stepped on his foot, what were I thinking! Obscene!