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Yan Jinsu definitely wouldn't admit that she was tempted by the delicious aroma of fish soup in the air! That's why she flung open the bathroom tent flaps, and as soon as she came out, she saw Xie Jingchen gently stirring the fish soup with a ladle in his hand, his tiger-like eyes fixed on her location like those of an eagle.
Yan Jinsu stepped back in fright, truly unnerved by Xie Jingchen's gaze, inky and deep, with an undercurrent of determination she couldn't comprehend.
As she took a step back, Xie Jingchen immediately closed his eyes, sighing inwardly as he tugged at the corner of his mouth, then opened them again to show a gentle clarity. He raised a smile and called out:
"Wife, come over here, the fish soup is ready. Come and taste it. Is it seasoned well enough?"
"Uh, yeah… coming." Yan Jinsu calmed her racing heart, and then, hearing him call her wife, she no longer felt the initial repulsion. It was as if it was only natural for him to call her that.