Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online Chapter 1959 - 1962: Finale: Chenxing VS Shaocheng 10

After their shopping trip in the afternoon, they didn’t buy anything else but lots of groceries, deciding to celebrate their wedding anniversary at the little villa.

"Honey, is the food ready?" Gu Shaocheng stumbled into the kitchen, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and sneakily tasted a piece, prompting Chenxing to imdiately chase after him with a spatula, exclaiming, "No sneaking bites."

"Back in the day, you used to sneak bites too. It’s like the wife leading the husband astray," Gu Shaocheng argued playfully.

Chenxing was montarily at a loss for words and thrust the spatula into his hand, saying, "Then you cook, I’ll sneak bites."

Gu Shaocheng kissed her on the cheek and raised his hands, saying, "Apron."

Haha, Chenxing decisively tied the apron around Gu Shaocheng and openly sneaked bites, though she wasn’t idle either, helping by handing him salt and cooking wine, with laughter constantly echoing in the kitchen.

Gu Shaocheng also laughed, his eyes reflecting Chenxing’s image.

Chenxing took two steps back, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, gently pressing her face against his broad back, which seed as sturdy as Mount Tai, filling her with a sense of security.

It was as if the sky could fall, but as long as she had his back to lean on, their little corner of the world would remain untouched.

"Try this," Gu Shaocheng picked up a piece of at from the pot, and Chenxing leaned over and opened her mouth, saying, "Let taste it."

Smack, smack, two bites.

"Not bad, but hubby’s cooking is definitely better than mine."

Flattered, the man continued cooking with a heart full of joy, his face exuding a ’Look who I am’ expression.

Heh, everyone loves being praised.

They love feeling admired!

Gu Shaocheng handed her two plates, saying, "Take them to the yard."

Chenxing playfully imitated a soldier’s stance, "Yes, sir."

"Naughty," Gu Shaocheng smirked.

Chenxing happily sneaked bites while carrying the dishes to the yard, which at this mont resembled the scene of a candlelit dinner in a TV drama, with lights, delicious food, and fine wine, all creating an incredibly romantic atmosphere.

Chenxing’s heart couldn’t help but race; the electric candle on the round table flickered warmly and brilliantly, casting a gentle light on her face. When Gu Shaocheng ca out, he paused for a mont, the gleam in his eyes resembling intoxication.

Chenxing turned her head and asked, "Shaocheng, are you going to have Chinese food with red wine?"

"Why? Is that a problem?"

"Of course not, but oh, I rember a few years ago when we lived here, I personally brewed a jar of plum wine. Did you ever take it out to drink?"

Gu Shaocheng had no recollection, "Where did you bury it?"

"Haha, looking at your expression, I can tell you didn’t steal my private stash. I’m going to dig it up!" Chenxing exclaid excitedly, "Do you think wine that’s been buried for a few years is still drinkable?"

Back then, they had received a lot of green plums from others as gifts, and Fei suggested she brew them into plum wine. Fei ntioned he once visited a family in China where the plum wine they served left a deep impression on him, prompting him to ask for the brewing secret. Chenxing, basing her practice on Fei’s theory, brewed a jar of plum wine and buried it in the yard. Later, she fell ill and was unconscious, leaving no one else aware of this matter.

"It probably won’t spoil, as long as you did a good job sealing it properly. So Shaoxing daughter wines are buried for many years; the longer the wine, the richer its aroma," Gu Shaocheng said while adjusting the electric lamp’s light.