Mo Yinhe stifled a laugh, playing along with a very affirmative tone. "Absolutely not! How could my wife be delicate? She's capable and intelligent; she doesn't even act spoiled with me. Ah, after training her for over a decade, nurturing her to be all cute and coy, to pout and act adorable... it was all for nothing."
The sigh at the end was a genuine expression of his feelings.
Si Mingjing was amused and gave him a light kick. "Then go find someone who will act spoiled and adorable; I won't stop you."
Mo Yinhe turned and hugged her tightly, his deep magnetic voice authoritative yet tender. "I've changed my taste. Now I just like your style!"
Si Mingjing laughed and pushed him away, the upward arc of her phoenix eyes unable to hide her amusement.
She took out several bowls to make the soup base, adding salt, monosodium glutamate, soy sauce, oyster sauce, and pork lard...
Then she scooped up the pre-cooked chicken broth, adding hot water to it.
