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Gong Yichen acted as Song Jiayin's assistant and helped Song Jiayin cook together.

"What good stuff are you making for our old man to eat?" Gong Yichen looked at the busy Song Jiayin and felt much better.

"Of course it's my favorite pickled fish. Can't you see that I'm killing the fish?" Song Jiayin replied with a little arrogance. After all, he was somewhat confident in front of Gong Yichen whose culinary skills were not as good as his.

"Oh, my wife is so amazing!" Gong Yichen said while smiling.

"Of course, ah... Fish! Quick, help me catch it! " Song Jiayin was not complacent for a moment, and the fish that was about to be killed accidentally slipped out of her hands. Song Jiayin immediately called Gong Yichen for help.

Gong Yichen looked at Song Jiayin's cute and anxious appearance and couldn't help but want to tease her.

Gong Yichen watched with folded arms. When Song Jiayin raised her head and saw that Gong Yichen did not move, he grumbled: "Didn't you come to help me?

Song Jiayin bent down to pick it up herself, but there was a lot of water in her hands, causing him to be unable to catch the fish that was jumping around. As Song Jiayin looked towards the living room, she also saw the fish that were slowly jumping towards the kitchen door. She was truly a little anxious.

"Chen, I beg of you, please help me. The fish are already jumping into the living room. It's not good for grandpa to see that." Song Jiayin wanted to make a good dish for his grandfather. Before she could even make other dishes, she would first let his grandfather see a joke.

"Give me a kiss, and I'll help you." Gong Yichen looked at Song Jiayin playfully and said.

Song Jiayin laughed helplessly, and walked to Gong Yichen, tiptoed and lightly kissed him on the cheek.

"All right, my palace boy."

"En!" Gong Yichen was pleased with himself as he nodded.

"Go quickly!" Song Jiayin pushed Gong Yichen and hurried to pick up the fish. Who would have thought that with a grab from Gong Yichen, the fish would be caught.

Although there were some small interruptions at the beginning, Song Jiayin immediately became serious as she started to cook. She cut the fish, picked up the bones, heated up the wok, poured the oil and stir-fried the fish without any distractions.

Gong Yichen did not disturb her and only watched the serious Song Jiayin quietly from the side. He gave her a pampered and pampered look.

"Hiss …" Song Jiayin accidentally spilled the oil on her hands, but she did not stop, and continued to fry the fish in the wok.

When Gong Yichen heard her cry out, he immediately walked over to her and grabbed her hand and asked worriedly, "It should be fine, does it hurt?"

Song Jiayin only looked at the fish in the pot and said to Gong Yichen: "I'm fine, I just splashed a little."

Gong Yichen's heart ached for his wife, and said to Song Jiayin: "I was so careless, why didn't you let me come, you're almost done too."

Song Jiayin pulled out the hand that Gong Yichen was holding, and continued with the work in his hand, and said: "It's fine, I'm not that delicate. This fish still has some time. " Song Jiayin hurriedly turned her head and smiled as she spoke to Gong Yichen.

Gong Yichen knew that he could not persuade Song Jiayin, so he could only stand to the side and continue to accompany her.

After stir-frying, Song Jiayin added some water to the wok and then covered it with a wok lid. She heaved a sigh of relief and said to Gong Yichen: "We'll be out of the wok after cooking for a while."

Song Jiayin could not help but be excited after she finished speaking. In a while, she would be able to let his grandfather have a taste of the dishes she cooked herself. Thinking of that, Song Jiayin felt that she was very lucky.

Gong Yichen held Song Jiayin from the back and held Song Jiayin's hand that was just burnt off. He whispered into Song Jiayin's ear, "Does it still hurt?"

The low and deep voice sounded beside Song Jiayin's ears, and as they spoke, they intentionally or unintentionally breathed out continuously in her ear, causing her to involuntarily feel goosebumps.

"No …" "It doesn't hurt anymore." Song Jiayin said a little unnaturally.

Gong Yichen turned his head slightly and planted a deep kiss in Song Jiayin's ear. Then, he buried his head into Song Jiayin's neck, his lips softly pressed against hers without saying a word.

Song Jiayin's ears immediately turned red, and her cheeks flushed red. Concussive.

"Ugh …" What are you doing? This is the kitchen! " Song Jiayin realized that this was his grandfather's kitchen. His grandfather was currently sitting in the living room.

Song Jiayin pulled away Gong Yichen's arm that was wrapped around his waist and left Gong Yichen's embrace. He used his hand to feel his own neck, and looked at Gong Yichen embarrassedly.

Gong Yichen looked at the unnatural Song Jiayin, and felt that her unnatural movements were actually even more adorable.

Gong Yichen walked to Song Jiayin's side and tilted his head to size her up. Song Jiayin knew that Gong Yichen was looking at her, so she intentionally turned his head away to avoid looking at her.

Taking advantage that Song Jiayin wasn't paying attention, Gong Yichen's hands lightly reached towards Song Jiayin's waist and started to tickle.

"Ah …" Hahaha … Let go of me... "Hahaha …" Song Jiayin laughed as she tried to push away Gong Yichen's hands, but she couldn't do anything about her own laughter. She could only beg for mercy from Gong Yichen: "I … I was wrong, please let me go … "Hahaha …"

Gong Yichen saw that Song Jiayin did not have much strength left, even his voice was a little weak, and stopped playing with her.

At this moment, the grandpa who was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper heard a series of shouts coming from the kitchen. He was a little worried that his granddaughter-in-law might have gotten injured from cooking, or that the couple might have started quarreling in the kitchen. So the old man put down the newspaper and got up to look in the kitchen.

When the old man walked to the kitchen door, he saw the two of them playing and was laughing happily. When the old man saw his grandson and daughter-in-law being so happy, he felt very happy in his heart. A kind smile appeared on his face, and he just stood there looking at them.

However, Gong Yichen and Song Jiayin did not realise that their grandfather was standing at the doorway. They looked at each other, as if they were the only ones in the entire world.

"What are you trying to do?" Song Jiayin held onto Gong Yichen's arm with both of her hands, raised her slightly red face, and gasped for breath as she spoke to Gong Yichen.

"I didn't do anything, what are you shy about? "Hmm?" Gong Yichen moved closer to Song Jiayin, smiling at her red face. Wu Zhangkong said.

"You …" Song Jiayin was at a loss for words to refute, but her cheeks seemed to be burning even hotter.

Seeing that Song Jiayin was at a loss for words from her, Gong Yichen laughed heartily.

"I won't tell you anymore, you only know how to be happy with me …" "Ugh …"

Gong Yichen pulled Song Jiayin, who wanted to turn around, using his lips to stop Song Jiayin from speaking.

Song Jiayin couldn't help but close her eyes and hug and kiss Gong Yichen passionately. Gong Yichen pushed Song Jiayin to the side of the wall, bent his head, and kissed Song Jiayin deeply.

The old man saw that the two of them were really kissing. It was so hot that he couldn't stop smiling. He definitely couldn't disturb them. He turned away from the kitchen and accidentally kicked the potted plant against the wall.