His Wife Looks Really Tasty
Standing at the second-floor window, Su Xiaoxiao watched Jiang Yexun walk away, waving at her to hurry and close the window so she wouldn't get cold. Only then did she go back inside.
After being massaged for so long, her waist had already felt much better, and now she wasn't even feeling sleepy anymore.
She paced around the room a few times and suddenly remembered the set of books she had collected from the scrap station before they returned to Shanghai.
She bent down, dragged the suitcase from under the bed, and rummaged for a while before finally finding the books wrapped carefully in oil paper.
She grabbed a fountain pen and some stationery and began to transcribe them word by word.
Su Xiaoxiao flipped through the recipe and pastry books for a moment before finally settling on the pastry one.