"Do you have any instructions, Miss?"
The man asked in all seriousness.
Meng Jingwei raised her eyebrows slightly, tilted her head to look at the lettuce in the wok, and smiled knowingly, "Who likes greens? I want to eat meat."
Actually, lettuce was also a vegetable she liked very much. He knew her preferences, which was why he had deliberately gone to the market to buy it.
"I apologize, it was my oversight, I gave too little 'meat'. I will prepare more meat for you tonight, Miss."
His words were full of hidden meaning.
Meng Jingwei naturally understood what he meant, and couldn't help but let her imagination run wild, her cheeks flushing with a blush.
"Uh... actually, eating more greens isn't bad either."
She pointed at the lettuce in the wok, "Hurry up and stir-fry, or it will burn."
"Yes, Miss."
The man replied and turned back to continue stir-frying.
Meng Jingwei stood behind him, quietly watching him cook with focused attention, her heart feeling as sweet as if it had been smeared with honey.
Although his voice had changed and he had disguised his appearance, how could Meng Jingwei not recognize his identity?
She had to admit that she had underestimated Qing Muyue's abilities. She was truly astonished to find that he was proficient in every imaginable skill.
If it hadn't been for the preserved egg and lean pork congee at breakfast, she really couldn't have been sure he was Qing Muyue.
Meng Jingwei knew that Qing Muyue was good at making congee, but why had he not only learned the language of the Hidden Clan but also mastered cooking in such a short time?
After much thought, Meng Jingwei guessed that he must have learned to cook and the Hidden Clan language during his six months of disappearance.
In such a short period, not only was he secretly arranging forces, but he was also learning to cook and a foreign language. What kind of ordeal was this?
Meng Jingwei couldn't imagine how Qing Muyue had managed it, and her heart was filled with inexpressible gratitude.
Suddenly, she realized that the gap in their abilities was like the Milky Way.
If she didn't strive to become more excellent, Meng Jingwei felt she wouldn't be worthy of Qing Muyue.
He, a flawless man, was loyal and devoted to love; willing to sacrifice himself for his wife...
What kind of woman could be worthy of such a perfect man?
"Does Miss prefer braised pork or preserved vegetable braised pork?"
Qing Muyue served the stir-fried lettuce into a plate. While washing the wok, he asked her, "Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll go to the market this afternoon to buy ingredients."
"I..."
Meng Jingwei stood there, looking at Qing Muyue, her hands clasped behind her back, hesitant to speak, her pair of moist and complicated eyes hiding a thousand emotions.
"Anything is fine. I tasted your cooking this morning, and it was quite good, a very good... chef."
Even though Old Man Chen and Daisy were not present, Meng Jingwei dared not openly chat with Qing Muyue as husband and wife.
They had to maintain a distance to avoid being discovered.
"Thank you for your praise, Miss. You go and attend to your matters. I will call you all for dinner when I'm done." He looked at Meng Jingwei, the corners of his lips curving into an arc.
However, his current makeup was rather rustic, even giving him an honest and simple appearance. With this smile, he looked very down-to-earth.
"Mm."
Meng Jingwei nodded slightly, suppressing the urge to walk forward and hug him, lingering reluctant to turn away.
Finally, she said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Qing Muyue placed the wok on the stove, wiped his hands on the apron in front of him. Every gesture and word perfectly matched the image of a chef.
His eyes, adorned with brown-tinted contact lenses, held a faint smile, "It's all what I should do."
Qing Muyue's words had a double meaning.
With that one sentence, he directly melted Meng Jingwei's heart.
She gazed at him with tender affection, feeling as if her feet were leaden and she couldn't move, wishing only to quietly watch him, to keep watching him like this.