Chapter 347: Chapter 347

Yu Siqiao was long gone, and Mo Shu expected it, not surprised at all.

Setting the dishes neatly on the plate, Mo Shu headed towards Yu Siqiao’s study. Find the newest release on novelFirｅ.net

Sure enough, Yu Siqiao was in the study, staring at the computer with furrowed brows.

Mo Shu knocked on the door and said, "Time to eat."

Yu Siqiao looked up at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Is the kitchen still there?"

Yu Siqiao chuckled, put down his work, and walked out.

As soon as he stepped outside, he smelled the delicious fragrance of food from the dining room.

Yu Siqiao was startled, walked over, and saw the beautifully arranged three dishes and a soup, looking to the left and right.

Mo Shu: "What are you looking at?"

"Did you hire someone to come and cook?"

Mo Shu, irritated, punched him, "I made it!"

Yu Siqiao was very skeptical.

Mo Shu huffed and went to serve up the rice she had cooked, doing it all by herself.

Seeing her demeanor, Yu Siqiao couldn’t help but take a breath, reached out to grab her hand, and said, "Let me see."

Mo Shu had fair skin, delicate to the touch, pampered and precious all her life; housework had nothing to do with her.

With the Mo Family’s way of raising her like a princess, Mo Shu only needed to be responsible for enjoying the romantic aspects of life.

Yu Siqiao never really thought of having Mo Shu cook for him, but to his surprise, not only had she cooked, but she had also done it exquisitely.

Her pale and tender palms were clearly reddened, extremely delicate.

Yu Siqiao felt an inexplicable touch of emotion and reached out to touch the palm of her hand.

[Male lead’s happiness +1]

Mo Shu’s lips curved up, she withdrew her hand and said cheerfully, "Quick, taste the late-night snack I made and see how it is."

Indeed, it had been a long time since she had cooked, but she had been an orphan since childhood and didn’t have the luxury to eat out daily; cooking was the most basic survival skill.

After growing up, she had worked part-time in fine dining establishments and often interacted with the master chefs, plus her innate talent, from which she secretly learned a wide array of cooking skills.

Mo Shu personally served Yu Siqiao his rice, and served herself a bowl as well.

As she was serving, she saw Yu Siqiao taking photos and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yu Siqiao responded seriously, "I’m saving evidence, in case you poison me, I’ll have my friends in the circle come to my rescue."

Mo Shu laughed, trotted over to his side and said, "Then you should tell them who made this meal!"

Grabbing his phone, she pushed him down into the chair.

Mo Shu’s hands rested on his shoulders, striking a triumphant pose, and said, "Smile."

Yu Siqiao kept a straight face, and Mo Shu didn’t mind; she bent down close to his face and beamed brightly.

A contrast of cool and warm, motion and stillness.

Seeing the photo, Mo Shu, sitting beside him, began tapping out a message contentedly, saying, "This seems to be our first selfie."

Yu Siqiao: "We’ve taken a lot of wedding photos."

A lot, stacks of them.

Rumored to be thousands.

Mo Shu didn’t look up or pause in her typing, her smile growing broader as she said, "That’s not the same. You were coerced into the wedding photos by the elders, not taken willingly by us."

Yu Siqiao’s brows perked, leaning in close, whispering, "Who says I wasn’t willing?"

Mo Shu’s ears twitched, she turned her head, and Yu Siqiao was already close, more serious than ever, "I was very willing."