"Husband...that's the kitchen..."

Jiang Qingshang's yell stopped Lin Xun.

"Oh, I drank too much last night. I haven't woken up completely. I've lost my composure, and I've lost my composure..." Lin Xun said with a smile, and then walked towards the room.

Sikong Wangxing looked at Lin Xun's back as he gradually walked back to the room. It was not until Lin Xun closed the door and left that the girl slowly withdrew her gaze.

Noting Sikong Wangxing's eyes, Jiang Nongqin's mind slightly changed, thinking that his guess might be true.

Sister Wangxing may have really made a secret promise to Your Highness...

"It's almost noon, I'll go prepare lunch first. Sister Wangxing and sister Zhuling have to try my skills."

"Qing'er, I'll help."

"Well, then I'll trouble Sister Nongqin."

"I... can also help..." Sikong Wangxing pinched the hem of the skirt and spoke slowly, and his fair cheeks turned over and blushed.

"Hey? Sister Wangxing can cook?"

Zhuling asked curiously.

Jiang Qingshang and Jiang Nongqin also looked at Sikong Wangxing curiously.

Even though he met Sikong Wangxing since childhood, Jiang Qingshang had never heard of Wangxing knowing how to cook.

In Jiang Qingshang's impression, Wangxing should be like himself, a cooking idiot...

Even if it weren't for marrying Lin Xun, Jiang Qingshang felt that she would never go to the kitchen in her life...

Jiang Nongqin knew that Sikong Wangxing was the saint of Tianji City and the richest woman in the world. How could he cook?

"I know... I know... I know..." Sikong Wangxing's cheeks became even redder.

In order to be a qualified bride, although Sikong Wangxing was weak and sick, he still insisted on learning some cooking skills every day, just to make it for him to eat after marrying him.

But I haven't told anyone else about this...

Sikong Wangxing knew that he would not be able to marry Lin Xun again in the future and could not cook delicious meals for him.

So if he can eat the food he cooks this time, he will have made a small wish...

Just Wangxing felt a little guilty...

For some reason, I always feel like stealing my house in front of Sister Qing'er...

But Wangxing knew that this was his only chance. When he returned to Tianji City, he was afraid that he would not be able to come out again, let alone meet Mr. Lin...

"Then let's do it together."

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"Girl... how do you see this?" Lin Xun tried to pretend to be stupid.

"Because the clothes on the young master are all ordinary things, a monk should not be full of mortal objects."

Sikong Wangxing's glutinous way.

“And the young master is often worried that we will catch a cold, and a meal of three is also very regular.

At first, Wangxing thought it was the young master who saw Wangxing's body weak and was afraid that Wangxing's condition would worsen.

But Wangxing saw that the young master was the same for Zhuling and Nongqin.

Even if the secret realm is cold, it is not harmful to Sister Zhu Ling.

So Wangxing felt that this was a habit developed by the young master, and he was used to taking care of women.

Finally, the rootless fruit can shape spiritual roots and build a bridge of immortality, which can enable mortals to practice...so look at the stars..."

Halfway through speaking, Sikong Wangxing saw Lin Xun's panicked eyes, "Oh no, she guessed it all" and "How should I hide it", and Sikong Wangxing's voice stopped abruptly.

What Sikong Wangxing saw before was Lin Xun's invincible and arrogant side.

Now, for some reason, looking at Mr. Lin's panic, the corners of the girl's mouth gently curled up, and her eyes were even gentle.

It turns out that Mr. Lin is so cute when he is panicked...

The girl lowered her eyes again, and her mind couldn't help but drifted away.

If I really got married to Mr. Lin, if I had appeared earlier in Mr. Lin's world...

Then, will I wake up every morning and see him beside my pillow?

Every time it is cold, will he put his coat on his shoulders?

Occasionally, can I see Mr. Lin's cute look so panicked from time to time?

Pressing his slender hand on his heart, the girl took a deep breath to calm her thoughts that were about to be uncontrolled, and said softly:

"Everything is just speculation of Wangxing. You don't have to care. Wangxing must be wrong."

Not wanting to bother him, Sikong Wangxing pretended to have a wrong guess and pretended not to know anything.

"It's fine......"

Lin Xun shook his head with a smile.

"Everything that Miss Wangxing guessed was right. My wife is indeed a mortal. I will not hide it from Miss Wangxing. In fact, the woman that Miss Wangxing met in Luocheng was actually transformed by me."

"It's true." Wangxing lowered his eyes and a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although Wangxing was still a little sad, he was also a little surprised that Lin Xun would like a mortal.

But Wangxing did not have any intention of underestimating mortals. On the contrary, Wangxing felt a little envious.

I envy that girl who was able to be with her side and live together when Mr. Lin was injured and fell in love with each other.

Even the girl had some fantasies.

If, if Mr. Lin met him at that time, would it be different?

In fact, Wangxing wanted to say that he would never get married again in his life, but he was afraid that his words would bring burden to Lin Xun, so he changed his words slightly.

"That's right... it's OK. We monks really don't need to worry. The girl Wangxing is so outstanding. No matter who marrys her, it will be a blessing he has cultivated for several lifetimes."

Lin Xun felt that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong and changed the subject.

Wangxing didn't say anything more, just smiled.

However, when the girl's eyes circulated, she accidentally saw that Lin Xun's blue shirt seemed to have a hole.

"If the young master doesn't dislike it, Wangxing will make up for it." As he said that, Wangxing had already taken out the needle and thread from the storage bag.

This made Lin Xun even too late to refuse.

"Then... I'll bother Miss Sikong..." Lin Xun felt a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but reject her. It seemed that once he rejected this sick and gentle girl, he would feel guilty and explode.

Finally, Lin Xun took off his blue shirt.

Although she was wearing a lining, Lin Xun always felt strange when he took off his blue shirt in front of a girl.

In fact, Sikong Wangxing reacted at this time and also had a red face, not daring to look up.

Taking Lin Xun's blue shirt, Sikong Wangxing hugged it in his arms and began to stitch it.

Lin Xun really didn't expect this girl to bring needles and threads at any time.

And as the saint of Tianji City, he can even do this kind of needlework?

At that time, Qing'er clumsy and clumsyly spent a lot of geniuses to learn how to be a girl, and then spent many days making a piece of clothes for herself.

Miss Sikong is much nobler than Qing'er, but it seems that the girl is much more skilled than Qing'er.

Could it be that Tianji City taught this girl to be omnipotent in housekeeping?

No, Tianji City is full and full, why teach her saint girl Hong?

But no matter what, Lin Xun always feels warm as a family of couples when he sees such a delicate girl kneeling in front of him, holding her clothes, pinching her white and slender fingers with needles and stitching her carefully.
Chapter completed!