Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chu Molin tossed the towel to the side and quickly moved to pull his wife into his arms.

“Is this to your satisfaction?” Chu Molin lowered his head to look at the tiny figure in his arms and asked.

“Hehehe, of course, I’m satisfied. You’re such a handsome man, just being held by you is as filling as a good meal.” Qin Xue answered cheerfully.

My goodness! His body felt incredibly firm. The last time she attended to his surgery, she didn’t really pay attention to it, and usually, he was always dressed, so she never really had the chance to truly scrutinize his physique.

What Qin Xue was oblivious to was that Chu Molin had done this intentionally because that afternoon, while changing Qin Xue’s clothes, he saw her completely naked.

He had initially forgotten about his little incident with the meddling kids until he saw Qin Xue again, and fearing that she might be mad at him…

So, he decided he would only wear his underwear to let Qin Xue have a look too. However, he didn’t expect his wife to actually enjoy the show.

If Qin Xue knew Chu Molin’s true intentions, she would have burst into laughter because his efforts to let her have a peek were just too cute.

“Xue’er, stop fooling around.” Chu Molin grabbed her wandering hand.

“I’m not fooling around.” Qin Xue looked up innocently at Chu Molin, her plump, rosy lips pursed.

Chu Molin was having a mental breakdown. Why did he bring this upon himself?

“Hmph, what could possibly happen? The worst-case scenario would be a kiss.” Qin Xue continued murmuring softly.

Looking at this nonsensical woman, Chu Molin used his fingers to lift her chin—observing her lips reddened even further by her own nibbling, he felt at his wits’ end.

Chu Molin realized he was becoming addicted to Qin Xue—just laying eyes on her made him want to hold her.

“Mmm.” Qin Xue, who predicted that the worst outcome would be a kiss, indeed got a kiss.

But wasn’t it meal-time now? After taking such pains to cook, wouldn’t the food go to waste if not eaten?

“Chu Molin, time for dinner.” Qin Xue gave Chu Molin a resigned look. Had he become addicted to kissing?

“Alright, I want to taste the new dishes that my wife made.” Chu Molin complied instantly.

“What is this mochi made of? It’s so glutinous, I enjoy its texture.” Chu Molin took a bite of the mochi; many of the foods Qin Xue prepared were entirely new to him.

“Glutinous rice powder.” Qin Xue responded while eating her bowl rice pudding.

“Hmm, I thought so. I didn’t expect glutinous rice powder could be used in this way.” Chu Molin never imagined that glutinous rice powder could be cooked this way.

“There are so many different types of food in the world, and there are even more ways to prepare these foods. Over time, you will learn more.” Qin Xue swallowed the food in her mouth before she began talking.

“It does make sense. With my age, who knows how many delicacies I’ve yet to try?” Chu Molin admitted candidly that he lacked the experience in trying different kinds of food.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m just saying that it’s already a luxury to have enough to eat in these rough times, let alone having the privilege to be picky.” Qin Xue didn’t believe Chu Molin hadn’t tried dishes made with glutinous rice flour before; she suspected that he was pretending.

The more Qin Xue interacted with Chu Molin, the more she felt that she couldn’t see through him.

“You’re right, when everyone’s struggling for basic needs, who will have the energy to be concerned about making fancy snacks.” Chu Molin nodded in agreement after hearing Qin Xue’s words.