Back at his little cottage, a fragrance was coming from inside. Aina walked out, smiling. "You're back, my dear. Try my skills today."
Aina looked unimaginably cute with the apron around her. "What's good today?"
"No matter what I've cooked, you had to finish it and say that it was delicious. I've spent the whole day on it," replied Aina poutingly.
"Okay, okay, wifey dear!" Although he ruled the battlefield, back at home, Wang Zheng was like a big, mischievous boy. Some men, regardless of their age, would play the coquette with the women they loved.
"Go take a shower first. You stink. Don't pollute the delicious smell."
"Haha. This is the smell of a real man," said Wang Zheng. He decided to finish the delicacies first. If he told her now, they might not have the mood to even eat.