Mu Qianyue returned to her small courtyard, took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and after a sleep, found that it was already dark.
A rich aroma wafted in from outside, Mu Qianyue's eyes lit up, and she hurried out of the house. She saw Nalan Jing in the courtyard using her Glazed Tripod to stew ginseng black chicken soup, the rich aroma emanating from the tripod.
His immaculate white robe, in the gentle silver glow, was like moonlit frost, pure white and unblemished.
"Even the posture when cooking is so elegant, pleasing to the eye. Tsk tsk, it seems I'm quite fortunate." Mu Qianyue squinted and smiled faintly, her heart filled with a sweet happiness. Quickly stepping into the courtyard, she hugged his waist, lifted her head, and flashed a mesmerizing smile, "Truly the best husband in China, give me a kiss."
With that, she planted a kiss on his fair and jade-like face.
