Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 1115: You Are the Most Fragrant

Chapter 1115: Chapter 1115: You Are the Most Fragrant

"I’ll do it! Can you not stand the smell of cooking oil?"

"No worries!" An Hao said to Qin Jian with a smile, "Go upstairs and bring down something from the drawer for me."

"What is it?"

"You’ll know when you bring it."

Qin Jian obediently went upstairs to fetch the item and, upon opening the drawer, he found several medical masks.

He couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time, carrying the masks down from upstairs: "What did you buy these for?"

"Specifically for cooking for you." An Hao took the masks from his hands and put one on.

"Wife, why don’t you take a break? I can cook by myself."

"You were talking in your sleep last night! You kept saying you wanted to eat the sweet and sour pork ribs I make." That’s why she had specifically gone out to buy masks today, just to cook for Qin Jian.

"I was sleep-talking?" Qin Jian was somewhat incredulous, but then considered that it was possible.

Lately, his training had been intense, and his physical exertion was significant. That day at noon in the cafeteria, he had ordered a portion of sweet and sour pork ribs that really didn’t taste very good.

He had offhandedly mentioned this, but he hadn’t expected to talk about it in his sleep.

"Just wait here obediently; the ribs are already done. I just need to thicken the sweet and sour sauce, and it will take less than five minutes," An Hao said, then rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Qin Jian took off his military uniform and changed into something more comfortable, then followed her into the kitchen.

Wearing an apron and a mask, An Hao was seriously cooking under the light.

The sweet and sour sauce in the pot bubbled and emitted a sweet aroma, and seeing that the heat was just right, she poured the pre-cooked ribs into it.

Afterward, she used a spatula to toss them, ensuring each piece was evenly coated with the glossy amber sauce.

Finally, she sprinkled some sesame seeds and took the dish off the stove.

"Come, smell it. Does it smell good?" An Hao turned around, bringing the plate close to Qin Jian’s nose.

"Mmm. It smells delicious! Really delicious!" Qin Jian took the plate from her, casually placing it on a nearby table.

He reached out his arms and tightly embraced An Hao.

He bowed his head, burying it in her neck and deeply inhaling her fragrant scent, his eyes clouding with desire.

"Wife, you are the sweetest!"

His breath on An Hao’s neck was ticklish, causing her to tremble lightly.

She laughed lightly, pushing Qin Jian away: "What are you doing? It’s so ticklish!"

"Don’t move! Let me hold you!"

"Don’t we hug every day? Why another hug?" An Hao turned around, placed the pot on the stove, and added a ladleful of water. "You go out first, I’ll make you an egg drop soup!"

"I can do it myself. Isn’t wearing such a thick mask suffocating?" Qin Jian didn’t want his wife to tire herself out.

Despite not being able to stand the smell of cooking oil, she still insisted on cooking for him.

It really moved him.

"This is quick! Your cooking is not that great! It’s only good enough to fill your stomach," An Hao skillfully stirred the golden egg mixture in the bowl, "I’m quite agile now, other than not being able to stand the smell of cooking oil, I don’t feel any discomfort. Besides, moving around is good for the baby in the womb."

"Wife, marrying you was a blessing I earned in my past life," Qin Jian said softly in her ear, embracing her from behind.

An Hao’s lips curled into a smile, a feeling of happiness rising within her.

This was the life she yearned for; simple and genuine, yet utterly intoxicating.