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Ao Bing put down his chopsticks and reached out to wipe away the tears at the corner of Nezha's eyes. "It's nothing, just a meal. Besides, your effort to learn cooking to surprise me is more precious than any gourmet dish."
Nezha held Ao Bing's hand. "I will keep learning, and one day I will make you truly delicious Dragon Tribe cuisine!"
Ao Bing smiled and nodded. "I look forward to that day. But until then, let me handle the kitchen; your battlefield is the soccer field, not the kitchen."
They exchanged smiles, and the plate of overly spicy Coral Shrimp became yet another warm memory in their cohabitation life. This was the daily life of Nezha and Ao Bing—ordinary yet filled with warmth, simple yet unique. There were no earth-shattering events, only little bits of happiness; no grand narratives, only a steady stream of mutual support.
As Ao Bing often said, "The most precious happiness is hidden in ordinary days." For Nezha and Ao Bing, it was these seemingly trivial daily moments that wove together the most beautiful memories of their lives.
That night, after the overly spicy Coral Shrimp, Nezha insisted on making a dessert to "save" their taste buds. Despite Ao Bing's repeated objections, Nezha rolled up his sleeves, determined to restore his culinary dignity.
"I promise I won't mess this up," Nezha said confidently. "Fruit salad—it's as simple as can be, no fire or complicated seasonings needed!"
Ao Bing chuckled helplessly as he sat at the small dining table in the kitchen, watching Nezha busy himself. He clumsily but earnestly cut the fruits, his focused expression reminiscent of facing a formidable opponent on the soccer field.
"Do you need help?" Ao Bing asked.
"No!" Nezha immediately refused. "This is a surprise for you; you just need to enjoy it."
Twenty minutes later, a uniquely shaped fruit salad was presented on the table. Ao Bing was surprised to see that Nezha had actually arranged the fruits into a small Dragon Shape. Although the shape was somewhat abstract, the effort was evident.
"This is..."
"A dragon!" Nezha declared proudly. "It may not look quite right, but I tried my best."
Ao Bing couldn't help but laugh. This athletic genius who moved so gracefully on the field was adorably clumsy in front of delicate tasks. He picked up a piece of apple and put it in his mouth, only to suddenly frown—there was a strange salty taste mixed with sweetness.
"What's wrong? Is it not good?" Nezha asked nervously.
Only then did Ao Bing notice the salt and sugar containers on the kitchen counter and realized what had happened. But seeing Nezha's hopeful expression, he smiled and continued eating. "It's a very unique flavor; I really like this idea."
Nezha took a bite himself and immediately discovered the problem. "Oh my! I mistook salt for sugar! Ao Bing, you don't have to force yourself to eat it..."
But Ao Bing had already cleaned his plate of the Salty Fruit Dragon. He reached out to wipe away the sweat from Nezha's forehead and said softly, "Good food isn't about taste; it's about intention. Besides, with your company, even the worst food feels sweet."
Nezha looked at Ao Bing with emotion and suddenly realized that this was the essence of love—being willing to embrace each other's imperfections and cherishing every ordinary moment together while weaving a warm home.
That night, as the snow fell heavier outside, they cuddled on the sofa, listening to the wind outside and enjoying this tranquility and warmth.
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