Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Exquisiteness was particular in French cuisine. He was able to tell the difference in taste at once.

Different chefs had their individual understanding of food.

Therefore, the same dish, under different hands, could naturally acquire a different flavor.

Undoubtedly, unlike her, he had higher expectations of the food’s taste.

He was extremely picky.

However, no matter how he specially selected what he thought was tasty and passed it to her mouth, it would degenerate once it was her turn to sample the food.

Delicious.

It was as delicious as Youyou’s cooking.

Still, when it came to the food’s taste, her son’s cooking was way better.

Although French cuisine was exquisite and delicious, it was not catered to personal preferences.

Youyou knew her preferences best.

After a period of experimentation, the little guy completely had his mommy’s food preferences down pat.

Hence, every meal was prepared to suit her fancy.

She inevitably muttered as a corollary of that, “It’s delicious, but it’s only passable if compared to Youyou’s cooking.”

“My son can cook?” He cocked a brow, clearly surprised.

“Well, yes.”

Upon giving this answer, she cast him a wary glance. “Don’t think about it; Youyou only cooks for me. He’s my personal chef.”

She had a little smug look on her face.

He could not help pinching her cheek.

Well, it felt nice to the touch.

She dodged his move and rubbed her belly. “I’m still hungry; feed me again.”

He broke into laughter at that. Scanning the table, he sighted fresh oyster and scooped it up with a spoon. The tender flesh of the oyster was mouthwatering.

She waited excitedly.

Alas, the man selfishly fed himself that mouthful of oyster.

She was stunned into freezing stiffly for a moment.

There was only one fresh oyster, yet it was in his mouth now. He had agreed to feed her, no?

“You… What have you done?” She exasperatedly accused the man of foul play with her eyes.

How did the food that he had agreed to feed her ended up in his mouth, instead?

With the fresh oyster between his lips, he was in no hurry to swallow it. He lightly gazed at her in silent provocation.

She was unwilling to back down, of course. Holding his face, she leaned over and mounted an attack on his mouth to snatch that delicacy.

With her lips affixed to the corner of his, she bit and successfully snatched that fresh oyster into her mouth.

Delicious.

Gorgeous.

It was truly a feast for the eyes.

No matter what beautiful people did, it was all easy on the eyes.

That was the case with Yun Shishi.

Seizing the opportunity, he kissed her ravenously. His tongue flicked across the sauce on her lips as he deepened the kiss even more.

It was probably mutual for the both of them.

This was one of the most intimate interactions of mankind.

Nonchalant and unbridled, he relished the taste of her lips. She was so startled by his surprise assault that she leaned backward.

He did not let her hide from him, though, and tightly held her nape to press her body against his.

He was not hungry at first.

However, looking at her, he felt a little hungry, too.

The tip of his tongue gently swept clean every part of her seductive lips.

Nothing was missed out.

He seemed to be seriously sampling a delicacy.

In this way, he continued feeding her food mouth to mouth.

She felt a little uncomfortable at first, totally unused to such an intimate feeding method, so she reached out to take the knife from his hand and do it herself.

His hand, however, evaded hers.

He fancied this method of feeding and found it to be very enjoyable.