"Well..." I lowered my face, slowly, and fell asleep on his chest. Immediately, Harry's heartbeat began to accelerate.

He let out a helpless sigh: "You are seducing me"

"Then you will be the test." I raised my lips and smirked, closed my eyes in front of his chest, listened to his heartbeat, felt the ups and downs of his chest, the warmth of his body, and I tasted a sweetness And warm happiness.

His hand lightly wrapped around my shoulders, the other hand circled around my body, his chin rested lightly on my forehead, and we slept embracing each other.

My legs were on his legs, and I slept very comfortably. I felt like I didn't want to leave. I also hugged his waist, soft and thin, just enough to hug him.

His heartbeat gradually stabilized, and I hope that I can sleep with him peacefully and enjoy this special happiness and satisfaction every night.

In a dream, I saw that in the sunflower field, the boy who held my hand was Harry...

He smiled brightly under the big sunflower flower tray, stroked my face, and kissed my lips affectionately...

I opened my eyes slowly, someone was kissing my lips gently and gently, he slowly left, covering me, his sweet smile as bright as the sun

"Awake?" He smiled at me. Amber's eyes were as bright and beautiful as topaz, and his soft voice murmured like a light ocean wave.

I reached out subconsciously, snapped, and hit him in the face.

He held my hand and stared at me affectionately.

"Sorry, I'm used to..." I said.

He smiled: "I'm used to it too..."

We looked at each other and smiled, he slowly lowered his face, I closed my eyes immediately, and his lips gently pecked on mine: "It's time to get up."

I blushed and opened my eyes, but he still didn't leave above me.

He continued to stare deeply into my face, his soulful eyes scrutinizing every feature and skin of my face. His fingers lightly traced my slender brows, and he lowered them slowly. He smiled brightly again: "My wife is indeed the most beautiful."

I seem to be back when I first met him, and he was on top of me, looking at me stupidly...

At that time, he still had the childishness of a teenager, which seemed a little childish.

And this year, his growth was also amazing. Sister Saixi and Uncle Mason said that people need to experience emotions to grow.

Their son, Harry, has grown into a man to be trusted and depended on.

His hand gently caressed my neck, pressed down on the top of my chest, and the gentleman did not go down.

"What should I do? I can't see enough..." He said softly and hoarsely, and reluctantly lowered his face and gently rubbed the tip of my nose, spit out the gentle, rustling words like goose feathers on my lips, "Wife... Can I call you my wife in the future..."

"Well..." It turns out that like and dislike are really different. His wife and wife used to make me upset and just wanted to beat him.

And now, I am afraid that if he dares to call someone his wife, I will immediately dismiss him as a eunuch!

His eyes flickered happily, he lowered his body and completely pressed on me, his hands passed under my neck and hugged me tightly: "wife, wife, wife..."

I reached out and patted his back: "You are too heavy!"

He laughed gleefully.

"Come with me to the kitchen, I'll make breakfast for you." I suddenly wanted to cook.

"Really!" He immediately left my body and supported me on top of me and looked at me excitedly, "Great!" He excitedly lowered his face and kissed my forehead hard, like a child happily.

However, he didn't know that I had a conspiracy to let him go to the kitchen!

Many people will say that a woman who wants to tie a man can tie his stomach first. But in our house, it's the other way around.

My mother has been pampered since she was a child, and was raised like a young lady at home, so her hands do not touch the spring water, and she has never done housework, so her hands are white, soft, slender and beautiful.

On the other hand, my father came from an ordinary family. After joining the army, he was a cook at first, and he especially liked cooking. So later, he used delicious food to capture my mother, surpassing the thousands of men who were chasing my mother at that time, and brought her beauty back.

Therefore, I learned from my father how to cook, especially pasta, which my father would not be able to do without it.

But I can't do it well, because kneading dough is really a man's strength, and kneading is good.

Harry smirked while kneading the dough. Obviously he didn't mind me asking him to be a laborer at all. Labor husband, isn't the husband used for labor?

Chef Kempin, Big Fat Chef and Sister Vale were watching us again.

"Record every step of the way!" Chief Chef Cubbins commanded loudly.

"Yes!" The big fat master was ready, a flying little robot recorded almost 360 degrees without blind spots, and Harry and I made breakfast.

"thumping!"

"thumping!"

In the kitchen was the sound of Harry smashing the noodles. After his hands became bigger, kneading the noodles was a lever. For a person who could easily penetrate a concrete wall, kneading the noodles was as easy as pinching an ant to death.

"You see me doing this right?" Harry asked me.

I reached out to hold his hands subconsciously, and then kneaded it into the face, the milky white, wet, sticky face was squeezed out from our fingertips: "I can't use too much force, I knead it out with gentle kneading. The face has tenacity.”

Harry looked at me happily, but when I was about to pull his hand, he firmly held my hand in the dough, my face turned red all of a sudden, and he started to knead my hand while the dough was still wet. Squeeze between our fingers, making a "tsk tsk" dough sticky sound.

"Let go!" I hurriedly shouted, "Patting!" I glanced at the little flying robot on the side.

Harry smiled brightly, and let go of my hand. My hand was already stained, and the sticky face stuck to it, and I couldn't shake it off.

Harry is so bad! Made my heart beat faster.

"Luo Bing, what are you going to do today?" The fat chef asked, already smashing his lips, "Is it bread?"

"No, it's a steamed bun." I regained my composure and began to pretend to be minced meat, "Meat steamed bun."

"Baozi?!" The big fat chef seems to have begun to look forward to it!

Harry and I made a total of 12 meat buns. When the buns were put into the pot and started to steam, Chef Kebbins, Big Fat Chef and Sister Weil all gathered around the pot and watched intently.

With the "advanced" handling of the world's food, many cooking techniques have also been lost. In the kitchen of Silvermoon City, I couldn't find any salad oil, only olive oil.

When the snow-white buns swelled under the lid of the pot, everyone was amazed. Harry looked at the slowly expanding big white bun, and then secretly glanced at my chest, I immediately stepped on his feet, what did I think! Dirty!