Chapter 82: It’s not as Good as yours

In Jiang Lai’s heart, Xu Ruobing had always been a perfect presence, as if any difficulty would vanish in her presence.

But today, Jiang Lai temporarily discovered something that Xu Ruobing wasn’t very good at.

It was understandable—Xu Ruobing had no need to cook for herself, so naturally, she wasn’t adept at handling such matters.

Having finished washing up, Jiang Lai tied up her long hair and took the apron from Xu Ruobing’s hands.

She was about to put it on herself, but Xu Ruobing quietly slipped behind her and tied the apron strings for her.

“Is there anything you like to eat?”

Jiang Lai glanced at the fully stocked refrigerator and a variety of breakfast options flashed through her mind.

Now, it was up to Xu Ruobing to say what she liked.

“As long as it’s from you, I like it all.”

It was a very straightforward answer, but seeing the faint, elusive smile on Xu Ruobing’s lips, Jiang Lai couldn’t help but frown slightly.

The scenes of Xu Ruobing serving her yesterday replayed in her mind.

Jiang Lai’s beautiful face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger, yet her gaze couldn’t help but fixate on Xu Ruobing’s lips.

It seemed like Xu Ruobing had swallowed down everything from yesterday.

At the sight of Xu Ruobing’s teasing expression, Jiang Lai immediately thought of the moment when it all ended yesterday, when Xu Ruobing kissed her—a feeling Jiang Lai had never experienced before.

After all, who would sense such a flavor normally? It was thick, mingled with a salty, moist sea breeze, spreading and blooming on her tongue.

The taste was strange, yet Xu Ruobing seemed to savor it like she was tasting nectar, constantly demanding more of her.

“Enough, don’t say things like that anymore…”

Jiang Lai took a deep breath to cut off the sinful thoughts in her heart and threw herself wholeheartedly into making breakfast.

Since Xu Ruobing wouldn’t say what she liked, Jiang Lai decided to cook casually.

As for the sandwich Xu Ruobing had prepared earlier—it was a mess, but with some minor adjustments, it was edible.

Jiang Lai hadn’t really dealt with this kind of food before.

She usually made standard Chinese meals.

Luckily, there was enough time to cook some congee, and the half-prepared sandwich could keep Xu Ruobing from getting too hungry.

Jiang Lai moved skillfully in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the two of them.

One hand ignited the stove and lightly added some oil, while the left hand expertly cracked two beautiful eggs with one hand.

Even though it was just cooking, Jiang Lai looked like she was dancing on this small stage of the kitchen.

The apron tied around her waist swayed gently like a skirt, graceful and enchanting, like a little dancing spirit.

Xu Ruobing longed to hold her in her arms.

Jiang Lai clenched her fists, suddenly feeling that the food she was preparing was tasteless; the beauty before her was the real feast.

While Jiang Lai busily cooked, Xu Ruobing obediently sat in the chair without any unusual behavior.

But in her mind, she was already thinking about how to pin Jiang Lai down on the table.

Xu Ruobing was very, very well-behaved—so well-behaved that Jiang Lai felt a little uneasy, because the way Xu Ruobing looked at her was too intense, and sitting there, she looked incredibly sexy.

Jiang Lai wore a very simple nightdress, loose and comfortable, while Xu Ruobing wore an extremely seductive nightdress.

The beautiful layers of lace on the nightdress clung to her legs.

Sitting in the chair, her posture was alluring, her legs crossed, the skin between her thighs pale and tender, throwing Jiang Lai’s calm heartbeat into disarray.

At any time, Xu Ruobing would look at her with such sincere eyes—eyes that reminded her so much of Chi Yingyu…

But her sister-in-law’s gaze was of a different kind.

Chi Yingyu’s treatment made Jiang Lai feel possessed, confined, explored—an invader who had to surrender, forbidden to resist, her dignity and soul being wantonly trampled and toyed with.

That feeling made her very uncomfortable.

Even though the two were the closest of people… when Xu Ruobing was around, her attitude was humble, sincere, like a Samoyed dog—her eyes focused solely on Jiang Lai, giving all her tenderness to only her.

Jiang Lai couldn’t stand it; she was most vulnerable to this kind of softness and gentleness.

Jiang Lai took the Milk from the refrigerator and poured a simple glass for Xu Ruobing.

“Why don’t you drink the Milk first, then go back to your room and change your clothes? That way, it’ll be almost time to eat.”

If Xu Ruobing kept staring at her so intensely, Jiang Lai felt her face burning.

She wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of cooking or because of Xu Ruobing.

Xu Ruobing looked at the Milk Jiang Lai had lightly warmed and took it, sniffing the aroma before taking a small sip.

“This doesn’t taste like Milk.”

“It definitely is.”

Hearing Xu Ruobing’s low murmur, Jiang Lai quickly took the Milk she had just poured from the refrigerator and looked at the packaging.

It was indeed Milk, so she relaxed, thinking she hadn’t made a mistake. But why did Xu Ruobing say otherwise?

“Does it have a strange taste?”

Jiang Lai wondered if she hadn’t heated it long enough, leaving the Milk lukewarm.

She quickly took the cup from Xu Ruobing and took a sip herself.

But this was the normal taste of Milk.

“But I think it tastes like what you gave me yesterday.”

“Cough—what?”

Jiang Lai choked on the Milk she hadn’t swallowed yet, almost spitting it all out.

Luckily, she had only taken a small sip, but she kept coughing.

Earlier, Jiang Lai had considered many possibilities in her mind—maybe the Milk was expired, or the flavor was off—but she never expected to hear such a thing from Xu Ruobing’s mouth.

“Compared to this Milk in my hand, I still think yours tastes better.”

“That’s enough… saying things like this so early in the morning, don’t you have any shame?”

Jiang Lai clenched the glass tightly.

Under Xu Ruobing’s deep gaze, her whole being trembled, and she averted her eyes from the overly intense stare.

The Milk in her hand was fragrant and sweet, a brand Jiang Lai had never tried before.

She had just thought about bringing some home for her daughter to try.

But after hearing Xu Ruobing say that, those thoughts completely shattered.

She probably wouldn’t want to drink Milk for a long time.

The rich Milk in her hand had never felt so decadent before.

How could anything be twisted so far by Xu Ruobing?

Just as Jiang Lai wanted to scold Xu Ruobing for associating everything with unhealthy things, it was as if Xu Ruobing sensed her mood and vanished like smoke right before her eyes.