Chu Hao suddenly realized Ma Bozhen had raised an exceptional daughter. While her looks weren't the most stunning globally, she importantly possessed many qualities other women lacked, like her intoxicating body fragrance.
Most importantly, she was Brother Hao's favorite type—a mature woman. And she could cook?
Seeing Chu Hao like this, Ma Qingyu was no little girl. She had the experience of an older woman—not in *that* sense, of course, but experience in worldly matters.
She smiled gently, her skin like white jade porcelain, glowing under the light like glaze, and said, "Master Chu, you're making me blush by looking at me like that."
Chu Hao felt awkward. This mature woman wasn't some young girl; feeling shy was a rare occurrence for her.
This reminded Chu Hao of Luo Yan, who was also no ordinary lady—quite the schemer, in fact.
Ma Bozhen laughed heartily and said, "Let's eat."
