My wife is a witch princess.

She had actually eaten a large bowl of rice.

The rivalry between Song Che and Xia Li has temporarily subsided.

Song Che gave in first, his shoulders slumping: "...Okay, I'll go cook."

Xia Li looked at her clenched fist and silently relaxed it.

She stood up. "I'll help."

Peach Blossom: Great, it's almost time for dinner.

There isn't much food left in the refrigerator.

Half a head of broccoli, a few eggs, two carrots, and a small piece of frozen pork.

Song Che took it out and weighed it in his hand, wondering what he could scrape together.

Xia Li had already tied her apron.

The apron was tied well; she didn't wrap herself up like a dumpling.

She stood next to Song Che, looked at the ingredients, and reached out to pick up half a head of broccoli.

"Break it into small pieces and soak it in water for a while. I heard it can remove pesticides." Song Che handed over the carrot. "Peel this one and cut it into chunks."

Xia Li nodded and took the peeler.

At first, her peeling movements were clumsy, resulting in pieces of peeling skin that were either thick or thin. But after a few tries, she got the hang of it, her movements became smoother, and the peeling skin became thin and even.

Song Che was preparing the pork on the side, slicing it and marinating it with cooking wine and a little starch.

Looking back, Xia Li had already finished peeling the carrots and started breaking up the broccoli. Broccoli was easy to break up; each floret was about the same size. She put them in a bowl, filled it with water, and started washing them.

The debate about "who is more indecent" has been temporarily put on hold.

But silence itself is also a form of continuation.

“Song Che,” Xia Li suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

“Just now…” she paused, “when I was using your body, I felt… when I was hungry, here—”

She touched her stomach with her wet fingers through her clothes, "It will tighten and make a sound."

"That's your stomach moving, reminding you it's time to eat," Song Che explained, setting the marinated meat slices aside. "Everyone does that."

“But the feeling is different.” Xia Li shook the water droplets off her hands and turned to look at him. “With my own body, the feeling of hunger… is very faint. I just know it’s time to eat… it’s not very clear. When I use your body, the feeling is very clear, I’m very hungry!”

It's as if I'm a glutton.

Song Che remained silent.

She thought, "So, the feeling of hunger feels different in different bodies."

Song Che paused while chopping vegetables.

"Probably, it might be related to metabolism and senses."

He thought for a moment and added, "It's like some people are afraid of pain, while others aren't; Tao Xiang eats, but Tao Yao doesn't."

Xia Li nodded thoughtfully and turned back to continue washing the vegetables.

A few seconds later, her voice drifted over: "Then... what about 'sorry'? What about 'shy'? Are these feelings different in different bodies?"

Song Che knew she had come full circle again.

"Maybe," he mumbled, heating the pan and pouring in oil. "Emotions are complicated, related to physical reactions, but not entirely the same thing. It's like a physical reaction, but not quite."

Once the oil is hot, add minced garlic and ginger slices to the pan, and the aroma will fill the air.

Song Che poured in the sliced ​​meat and started stir-frying. He was really hungry, and the food smelled delicious.

Once the meat changes color, add the carrot chunks and continue stirring.

Xia Li washed the broccoli, drained the water, and placed it on the cutting board.

She didn't leave, but stood a little behind Song Che, watching him cook.

Look at his hands as he flips the spatula, and his forehead, which is glistening from the heat of the stove.

"When you use my body..." she began again, "what does it feel like to feel shy?"

Song Che froze for a moment as he stirred the food. What did he mean by "using your body"? His words were always so easily misunderstood.

The sliced ​​meat almost stuck to the pan.

He quickly tried to salvage the situation: "That's about right... My face is burning, my heart is racing, I don't want to be stared at... That's about it."

"Oh," Xia Li responded, not asking any further questions, but she didn't leave either.

Song Che felt the gaze behind him was too strong, and his neck went numb. Xia Li had changed bodies, so why were there so many strange problems?

He quickened his pace, pouring the broccoli into the pot and adding salt and oyster sauce.

"Okay, get the plates."

Xia Li turned around to get it.

When it was handed over, the fingers inevitably touched the back of Song Che's hand.

It was a very light touch, but both of them reacted as if they had been burned, and quickly separated.

The food is served.

Tao Xiang had already climbed onto the chair by herself, holding her special little bowl and spoon, looking like a silly girl who had just gotten her food.

Bruce strolled over and sat down on the corner of the table, his tail swaying leisurely.

Song Che served rice to everyone.

The three sat around a small table.

"Eat."

Tao Xiang had already scooped up a large spoonful of scrambled eggs and stuffed it into her mouth, panting from the heat, her eyes squinting happily.

As expected, she still prefers to eat at the table; Tao Yao never gets to eat like that.

Song Che picked up a piece of broccoli with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Cooked to perfection, crisp, tender, and sweet.

He glanced at Xia Li, who was eating small bites.

"what about the taste?"

Xia Li swallowed her food and nodded, "Delicious."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Carrots are sweeter than broccoli."

"Yes, carrots are naturally sweet."

"The meat slices are very tender and not dry."

"It's marinated with starch."

The conversation was ordinary, just a regular exchange about the food. But Song Che could sense that Xia Li was savoring it more carefully, something different from before.

It's not just about eating, it's more like... experiencing.

Halfway through the meal, Xia Li suddenly put down her chopsticks and looked at him.

"what happened?"

"I want to try again," Xia Li said earnestly.

"Try what?"

“Try… use my own body to feel what you just said.” Xia Li leaned closer. “‘Shy,’ ‘Embarrassed’… I want to know if I can feel clear boundaries with my own body.”

"...How do I try it?"

Xia Li did not answer immediately.

She stood up and walked to Song Che's side.

Song Che instinctively tried to lean back, but the chair was against the wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat. Did she realize that she was playing with fire and getting carried away, and that things might get out of hand?

Moreover, there were two children nearby, and Bruce isn't stupid; it would be a bad influence on the kids.

Xia Li leaned down and brought her face close to his.

Song Che told himself he wasn't nervous.

But my face felt hot, and my heart was pounding in my chest; getting too close was definitely not a good idea.

He tried to look away, but Xia Liqing's eyes were fixed on him.

"Are you..." Xia Li observed his expression and slowly began, "Are you 'shy' right now?"

“You…” Song Che didn’t know what to say, “Get up first, and why are you standing so close to me? It’s not that you’re shy.”

"Your face is red," Xia Li pointed out, touching his cheek. "It's hot."

His fingertips were cool, but Song Che felt his face was even hotter.

He wasn't actually that shy, but Xia Li was really too close, and the touch on his chest was so soft that he couldn't help but blush.

"Your heart is beating very fast too," Xia Li continued, her gaze falling on his chest. "Your clothes are moving slightly."

"Xia Li!" Song Che grabbed her wrist, which was still trying to cause trouble, but not with much force.

"enough."

She had a firm grip on the family's status and always led Song Che astray.

Xia Li obediently stopped, but did not immediately back away.

She remained bent over, looking at Song Che's face, her blue eyes suddenly filled with realization.

“So, that’s what ‘shyness’ is,” she concluded.

Damn it, it's because I'm shy, not because of your teeth!

She picked up her chopsticks and continued eating.

"And what about you?" Song Che couldn't help but ask, his heart still pounding. "What did you feel with your own body?"