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Zhou Yi was stunned and looked at Wenren Chen.

Looking at Wenren Chen again, she realized that they were very close. If she moved even a little closer, it seemed that the tip of her nose would touch the tip of her husband's nose.

Subconsciously, Zhou Yi shrank back, and her heartbeat quickened unconsciously.

"Sir..."

Zhou Yi had never been so close to any man before, and she felt flustered and scared.

Seeing the unease and fear in her eyes, Wenren Chen opened his mouth and asked, "Is your leg healed?"

Zhou Yi was stunned, but quickly she relaxed, moved her legs, and then smiled and said, "Okay, sir."

Her legs are no longer numb, and she can walk now.

"Ah."

Wenren Chen withdrew his arm from her waist and the back of her legs, and straightened his tall body.

Zhou Yi immediately got off the sofa and stood up: "Sir, I'll go make you some hangover soup."

After saying that, she headed towards the kitchen, but after taking only one step, Zhou Yi remembered something and immediately turned around: "Sir, have you had dinner yet?"

Sir, you've been drinking, so you probably haven't eaten much.

Wenren Chen stood there, looking at the person who was gazing at him with concern, and said, "No."

"Then let me cook you some food."

"Need not."

Zhou Yi was stunned; she thought the man would say yes.

However, since her husband said he didn't need it, she didn't make it; she instead made him a hangover soup.

Perhaps the gentleman drank alcohol and didn't want to eat.

"ok, I……"

"Make noodles."

"what?"

Zhou Yidai.

Wenren Chen looked at her and said, "The noodles that night were good."

Zhou Yi understood, her eyes crinkling with a smile as she said, "Okay, sir, I'll go make it right away, seafood noodles!"

"Ah."

Without further delay, Zhou Yi immediately went to the kitchen and got busy.

Wenren Chen stood in front of the sofa, watching the slender figure move around in the kitchen, and soon soft sounds came from the kitchen.

As night fell, the quiet of the villa was replaced by warmth.

Zhou Yi knew it was late, so she ate very quickly so that her husband could eat as soon as possible.

As before, the seafood was taken out and processed, and soup was quickly made and other ingredients were prepared.

She moved quickly but efficiently, performing each step with great skill while simultaneously preparing a hangover remedy.

However, she had never made hangover soup before, so she took out her phone to search online and found all sorts of hangover soups, all of which were very simple.

As she made seafood noodles and hangover soup, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on her smooth forehead.

Wenren Chen looked at the origami cranes on the coffee table, as well as the unfinished colorful papers. After a while, he went upstairs.

Zhou Yi was busy in the kitchen for less than half an hour, and the hangover soup and noodles were ready.

The stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat.

She didn't pay any attention, took the hangover soup out, and set the table.

Just as the dining table was set, Wenren Chen came down from upstairs.

Zhou Yi heard the sound and looked over.

Under the bright lights, Wenren Chen walked downstairs with steady steps, but he was no longer wearing the shirt and trousers he had worn before, but a dark bathrobe.

Zhou Yiping often saw Wenren Chen dressed in a suit and trousers, or a shirt and trousers, meticulous and impeccably neat, to the point of being unapproachable.

She had never seen her husband wear any other clothes.

This is the first time she has seen her husband wear anything other than a suit; he looks very different.

It seems that those who were once high and mighty have finally shown some humanity.

However, Zhou Yi only stared at Wenren Chen for two seconds before looking away, lowering her head, and obediently standing in front of the dining table waiting for Wenren Chen to come over.

Wenren Chen descended the steps one by one, his slippers barely making a sound on the spotless floor.

He came downstairs and his gaze fell on the person standing respectfully with his head bowed in front of the table.

A blush crept onto her fair face, as if she were terribly hot, and the stray hairs on her forehead were tinged with color.

His gaze lingered on her damp forehead as he walked over.

Zhou Yi listened to Wenren Chen's footsteps. Although his footsteps were very light and almost inaudible without careful listening, she could hear them very clearly in the quiet villa at that moment.

When Wenren Chen was a step away from him, Zhou Yi said, "Sir, the hangover soup is ready. Please drink the hangover soup first, and then I will bring out the noodles."

"Ah."

Wenren Chen pulled out a chair and sat down. He took a napkin from the side and gave it to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi stared blankly at the napkin suddenly handed to him: "Sir, this..."

She didn't know what it meant.

Wenren Chen looked at the small bowl of hangover soup in front of him. It was dark green and he didn't know what it was made of, but he could smell a faint fragrance of mung beans.

A questioning voice reached his ears, and he turned his head: "Wipe it off."

His gaze fell on her forehead, which was covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Oh, okay, thank you, sir."

Zhou Yi understood immediately and quickly took the napkin with both hands to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

After wiping, he immediately said, "I'll get you a new napkin. Please drink the hangover soup first."

"Ah."

Wenren Chen picked up a spoon and drank the dark green soup. The fragrance of mung beans mixed with a light sweetness entered his mouth, a light and refreshing taste that was very pleasant.

He swallowed, the soup went into his stomach and into his body, and a cool sensation spread through his body.

Zhou Yi used a napkin and then went to get a new one to place next to Wenren Chen. She looked at the hangover soup in front of Wenren Chen, who was drinking it and did not seem to find it unpleasant.

This was Zhou Yi's first time making hangover soup. She was worried that she wouldn't do it well, so she tasted it after making sure it was okay before serving it.

But what you think is okay, your husband may not think is okay.

So Zhou Yi observed Wenren Chen's expression to see if her cooking suited his taste. If not, then she would...

"good."

Just then, a deep, magnetic voice reached Zhou Yi's ears.

Zhou Yi paused for a moment, then smiled broadly: "Okay, sir."

If the gentleman thinks it's good, then there's no problem.

Seeing that Wenren Chen had almost finished his hangover soup, Zhou Yi immediately went into the kitchen and brought out the noodles.

After Wenren Chen finished his hangover soup, Zhou Yi took the bowl and spoon away and placed the noodles in front of him.

"Sir, tonight's meal is also seafood noodles, but it's a little different from last time; it's a different flavor."

There are many ways to make seafood noodles, depending on the ingredients and the cooking methods.

She had made delicious seafood noodles before, and her husband had mentioned what she should avoid, so she made different ingredients tonight to change things up.

Wenren Chen looked at the noodles in front of him. Last time the soup was clear and white, but this time it was clear soup. The colors were different, and the ingredients were different as well.

One-third of the surface is neatly arranged with three kinds of seafood meat particles, another third is arranged with three kinds of vegetables cut into thin strips, leaving one-third blank.

And this blank space is like a fine silk thread.

The world is divided into three parts, each occupying its own corner, and everything can be seen in this bowl.

Wenren Chen looked at the seafood noodles, which were completely different from the last time, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a noodle, and ate it.

The noodles were different from last time; this time they were thinner and softer. As a result, the broth soaked into the noodles, giving them a subtle and savory flavor.

He ate the noodles, then picked up some vegetables to eat. The vegetables weren't stir-fried; they seemed to have just been briefly rinsed in water, without absorbing any of the broth's flavor. Instead, they tasted the original sweetness of the vegetables.

He ate the vegetables, then picked up a spoon and scooped half a spoonful of seafood meat into his mouth, along with the soup. The seafood meat was prepared separately, just like the vegetables, and was not cooked with the soup. It was rinsed separately, then cut into small pieces and placed on top of the noodles, preserving the original flavor of the seafood.

Wenren Chen ate each ingredient slowly and deliberately, savoring them as if he were tasting fine wine.

Zhou Yi stood to the side watching, her big eyes blinking occasionally, without saying a word.

She looked at Wenren Chen's expression, then at him eating the noodles and ingredients in his bowl, and then watched the seafood noodles gradually disappear. A smile appeared on her face.

I think the noodles tonight will suit Mr.'s taste.

Wenren Chen finished the entire bowl of seafood noodles, leaving not a drop of broth.

Just like last time.

Zhou Yi's smile was already very wide.

As a chef, the happiest thing is when the food you make is finished by your guests.

Zhou Yi was very happy.

They immediately cleared away the dishes and chopsticks, intending to take them into the kitchen.

But at this moment, Wenren Chen spoke up.