The three women, after fighting side by side for one night, saw their relationship advance significantly, and any sense of distance completely disappeared, as they could now be considered comrades.
In the morning, while preparing breakfast, the three women cheerfully woke up together and cooked together. Li Xiya's cooking skills were decent, as her mother was from Longguo. Her culinary abilities were not bad, though certainly not as good as Luo Yujiao and Lou Yimo. She simply hadn't had much time to hone her skills before. However, both Luo Yujiao and Lou Yimo taught her diligently, so her cooking improved greatly.
They prepared four dishes for breakfast, two of which Li Xiya made under the guidance of Lou Yimo and Luo Yujiao. The other two were made by Luo Yujiao and Lou Yimo, one each.
During breakfast, they also asked Yang Feilong to taste the dishes and guess who made them. To their surprise, Yang Feilong guessed them all correctly.
"Husband, did you peek?" Lou Yimo asked with a giggle.
"Do I need to say? I feel like our husband definitely peeked!" Li Xiya chimed in with a smile. "Sister Yujiao, don't you think so?"
"Mhm. Husband, you'd better honestly admit to peeking! Unless you have a very satisfactory explanation for us," Luo Yujiao teased with a smile, clearly enjoying the atmosphere.
"Exactly!" Lou Yimo and Li Xiya echoed with smiles.
Seeing the three women getting along so well, Yang Feilong felt very happy, especially since Li Xiya had integrated into the group, and there were no apparent barriers between them.
"Actually, it's not as difficult as you think to tell who made which dish!" Yang Feilong said with a smile. Seeing the three women listen attentively, he began to explain his reasoning. "I often eat the dishes made by Yimo and Yujiao, so I know their cooking has a characteristic flavor. Yujiao's dishes have a warm, gentle flavor like a modest young lady. Yimo's dishes have a reserved and elegant romantic flavor. Xiya's dishes blend warmth and romance, with a unique touch of longing. The warmth comes from Yujiao's guidance, the romance likely from Yimo's instruction, and the longing is Xiya's own distinct characteristic."
"Husband, you're amazing." The three women looked at Yang Feilong in admiration.
"Hehe, husband, you can discern so many extraordinary feelings from the food. Honestly, I didn't even realize my cooking had a romantic flavor when I made it," Lou Yimo said worshipfully.
"Indeed, our husband is extraordinary. He can taste warmth, romance, and longing in a meal, which is truly astonishing," Luo Yujiao's eyes sparkled as she looked at the man she adored, finding him more captivating the more she looked. He was simply so unique.
"Even if you made it up, you've passed perfectly," Li Xiya chuckled lightly, her eyes turning slightly red. She was deeply touched because while cooking with the help of the other two, she had indeed thought of her mother and remembered her mother teaching her Longguo cuisine when she was young. It was a pity she had so little time to learn. Later, she was forced by her scumbag father to train, become stronger, and undertake missions, never having a life of her own. At this moment, she felt Yang Feilong understood her deeply.
"When we bring your mother back to Longguo, you won't have to just miss her," Yang Feilong said, naturally noticing Li Xiya's slightly off mood.
"That's right! That's right, our husband is very capable. He will definitely do what he promises!" Lou Yimo exclaimed.
"Don't worry, we'll all be with you through any difficulties," Luo Yujiao added with concern.
The two women didn't know exactly what had happened, but they vaguely guessed something from Yang Feilong's words. They already knew that Li Xiya wasn't purely from Longguo; she was of mixed heritage.
"Thank you, husband, thank you, Sister Yujiao, thank you, Sister Yimo," Li Xiya said, looking at them gratefully. Then, she smiled brightly, "I'm fine now. Let's eat quickly before the food gets cold."
Breakfast concluded. Luo Yujiao and Lou Yimo went to attend to the matters of the third branch store, while Li Xiya drove Yang Feilong away. She first dropped him off at the school entrance, then drove to the jewelry company herself.
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Although yesterday had been somewhat awkward, today was much better. Of course, some people still cast furtive glances at him.
Outside of class time, Yang Feilong spent time with Han Yun and Mo Yihan. Of course, when Han Yun had classes, Yang Feilong and Mo Yihan stayed at home. Yang Feilong asked Mo Yihan to show him a few sets of her wearing beautiful lingerie.
Although Mo Yihan was shy, she decided to try on a few outfits for Yang Feilong to see. This time, she decided against doing it in Han Yun's room and chose her own room next door.
"Why in my room?" Yang Feilong asked, puzzled.
"Because I want to give myself to you today!" Mo Yihan said, biting her lip gently.
"En, ah?" Yang Feilong was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mo Yihan with some surprise. "Have you decided?"
"Why aren't you happy?" Mo Yihan looked at Yang Feilong with disappointment and asked.
"Of course, I'm happy. It's just too sudden," Yang Feilong said with a smile. "Besides, I don't want you to force yourself."
"I'm not forcing myself, because I really can't stand it anymore," Mo Yihan hooked her arms around Yang Feilong's neck, her eyes filled with boundless affection as she looked at him deeply. "I love you. I want to be with you. I don't care if you have other women. Since that's the case, why wouldn't I give myself to you completely? As Han Yun said, we've almost done everything. What's the point of holding back? Of course, I also want to know if that feeling is as wonderful as Xiao Yunyun described."
As she said the last part, Mo Yihan lowered her head shyly.
"Um, will you think I'm shameless for being so direct?" Mo Yihan asked with some worry.
"When lovers do this, the more shameless the better!" Yang Feilong embraced her and said softly. "The more shameless, the more I like it. Of course, we can't be like this outside."
"I know, of course. I'm only like this in front of you," Mo Yihan said in a low voice, her face flushed.
"Um, what if Xiao Yun comes in while we're in the middle of it?" Yang Feilong asked.
"I talked to Xiao Yun last night," Mo Yihan said sheepishly. "She knows that this afternoon and tomorrow morning, you belong to me. Tomorrow night, we'll both spend it with you!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Feilong's eyes lit up. So, his two wives had already made arrangements.
Since that was the case, why should he be polite? Yang Feilong embraced Mo Yihan, ready to indulge, but Mo Yihan pushed him away, leaving him somewhat stunned.
"Husband, how about you watch my lingerie show first?" Mo Yihan winked flirtatiously.
So, it was about setting a romantic mood. Yang Feilong's eyes immediately brightened, and he stared intently at Mo Yihan, eager to see her display her beauty for him.