If Only It Were His Child

Though he didn't cook much, he did know how to cook. Xiyan watched him juggling between cutting raw materials and flipping pans, and before she knew it, she was smelling the tantalizing fragrance of sauteed beef, steamed carp, fried vegetable, and meat soup with chestnut.

Four dishes in less than forty minutes.

Xiyan just watched him. This was the first time she saw him getting his dirty in a kitchen, and this man seemed to be capable of more things than she thought.

One more thing, he was topless, exhibiting a muscular physique and, of course, his well-defined six pack. He had a very lean body, one of those a professional bodybuilder would have.

"Dinner time. Are you done peeking yet?" Hao brought the dishes out and slightly clicked her forehead.

Till then did her senses kick in. Embarrassed, she grabbed his clothes from the couch.

"Put it on. Don't want you get a cold."