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It must be getting late; the gentleman must have had lunch.

Or is it still early?

Just as I was thinking this, there were two knocks on the door.

"Knock knock."

Hearing the sound, Zhou Yi looked over and said, "I'll go open the door."

After saying that, she went to the door and opened it. A waiter pushed a food cart outside and smiled when he saw Zhou Yi: "Hello, we're bringing you lunch."

Zhou Yi said, "Please come in."

The waiter pushed the food cart in and set out lunch.

Zhou Yi looked over at Wenren Chen and saw that Aunt Dong had already taken the baby bottle from Wenren Chen, then sat on the sofa to feed the baby.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi stopped talking and followed the waiter to help set up lunch.

Wenren Chen went to the washroom to wash his hands. By the time he came out, lunch was almost ready.

Zhou Yi said, "Sir, please sit down and have lunch."

"Ah."

Wenren Chen walked over and sat down. Zhou Yi went to the washroom to wash her hands. When she came out, she found Wenren Chen sitting in a dining chair, staring at the dishes on the table without touching them.

Zhou Yi asked in confusion, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Aunt Dong was holding the baby while breastfeeding on the sofa, and the baby was facing Wenren Chen and Zhou Yi.

He sucked on the pacifier with his little mouth, his big eyes watching Wenren Chen and Zhou Yi.

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, he stopped drinking milk and blinked his big eyes at the two of them.

Aunt Dong looked at Wenren Chen after hearing Zhou Yi's words.

Wenren Chen stared at a dish in the center of the table and asked, "What is that?"

Zhou Yi followed Wenren Chen's gaze and then smiled instantly: "This is a dish unique to our county in summer, called Three Delicacies Mushroom Soup. There are three kinds of mushrooms in this soup, which only grow in season on the local mountains. They must be dug up very early in the morning to be at their freshest. They are picked in the morning and made at noon on the same day, so the taste is very delicious. Let me serve you a bowl to try."

"Ah."

Zhou Yi picked up a spoon and a bowl and ladled a small half bowl of soup for Wenren Chen. The soup contained three kinds of mushrooms and was very fresh and fragrant.

Smelling the aroma, Zhou Yi's stomach couldn't help but rumble.

This is her favorite dish. When she was little, she often went to the mountains with her grandma to pick it and then make soup.

It tastes delicious and is nutritious.

Hearing her stomach growl, Wenren Chen's gaze fell on her slender waist and abdomen, and he said, "Let's eat."

He reached out and took the soup she served.

Zhou Yi rubbed her stomach sheepishly and said with a smile, "Okay, sir."

Wenren Chen took the soup and started drinking with a spoon, while Zhou Yi also sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and ate.

She ate while reading Wenren Chen's poems.

Wenren Chen ate very elegantly, and seemed never to be hungry, always maintaining a constant eating frequency.

Noble and elegant.

Just like now, he holds a soup spoon with his well-defined fingers, slowly sipping his soup and savoring its flavor.

He did nothing else but drink soup, but even this most ordinary scene was captivating.

very nice.

Very charming.

As Zhou Yi watched Wenren Chen drink soup and chew his food, he felt that even the food didn't taste as good as Wenren Chen's face.

After Wenren Chen drank the soup and picked up some mushrooms to eat, having tasted all three types of mushrooms, Zhou Yi immediately asked, "Sir, how is it? Does it taste good?"

She had never tasted anything from outside; she had only ever eaten what her grandmother made, and her grandmother's cooking was the best.

Wenren Chen drank the soup and ate the three kinds of mushrooms. He looked up at those expectant eyes and said, "It tastes good."

Zhou Yi's eyes instantly crinkled with delight: "Right?"

"These mushrooms are so fresh. They're wild, not farmed, and they haven't been sprayed with pesticides. They're completely natural."

"And it's only available in the summer; it's gone after summer."

“Every summer, many people go to pick these mushrooms to sell. I used to pick them and sell them too. These mushrooms are very valuable.”

"Did you know? These mushrooms cost tens of yuan per kilogram, and it would cost at least a hundred yuan to make a bowl of this soup."

“When I was in school, I often got up very early to pick them with my grandma. We would eat some and then sell them.”

Zhou Yi seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, her pink lips moving as she talked nonstop.

Wenren Chen listened to her, his eyes fixed on her, looking at her bright eyes as she spoke of these ordinary past events.

Aunt Dong sat there, looking at Zhou Yi and listening to him talk about the past, and felt a little sad.

Miss Zhou is already thinking about how to make money at such a young age; she's really not easy.

"Sir, please drink it quickly. This soup must be drunk while it's hot; it won't taste good when it's cold."

Seeing that Ren Chen was watching her without touching her chopsticks, Zhou Yi quickly said something.

"Ah."

He looked away and picked up his spoon to continue drinking his soup.

Zhou Yi also ladled out a bowl of soup and drank it. But as soon as the fragrant and rich mushroom soup entered her stomach, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Grandma knew she liked this soup, so she would go pick the ingredients early every summer.

In summer, there are many mosquitoes, and these mushrooms like to grow in tall grass, which is sharp. So every time Grandma came back from picking mushrooms, her hands were covered in cuts and swelling.

Thinking about all this, tears welled up in her eyes. Zhou Yi quickly lowered her head, picked up the bowl, and gulped down the drink.

Grandma will get better.

Things will definitely get better.

Wenren Chen looked at the moisture in the corners of her eyes, the trembling eyelashes, the effort she was putting into suppressing her emotions, and the calm aura emanating from her.

Zhou Yi was hungry and ate a lot, especially vegetables, which would have been a waste if she hadn't finished them.

So in the end, there wasn't much food left on the table, and Wenren Chen ate his usual amount.

Not too much, not too little, just enough.

"Sir, please go ahead with your work. I'll take care of things here."

Seeing that Wenren Chen had put down his chopsticks and was wiping his lips with a napkin, Zhou Yi immediately said to get up and tidy up.

Wenren Chen watched her fingers deftly and quickly clear the dishes, and said, "Let..."

He stopped speaking as soon as he opened his mouth.