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Zhou Yi immediately smiled at Wenren Chen.

With her eyebrows curved and the corners of her mouth turned up, her fair face seemed to be coated with a warm hue in the halo of the corridor light. She was like a daisy in a vase, blooming with her fragrance in the halo of the night.

Wenren Chen stared at the person standing at the door, who was giving him a warm smile, and the surrounding atmosphere became quiet.

The night wind seemed to have gone far away.

Zhou Yi originally wanted to speak up and ask her husband to go out for dinner.

But seeing that Wenren Chen was still holding his phone with it to his ear, she didn't call out and just stood there obediently.

Smiling, I waited for Wenren Chen.

In the distance, the night is deep and dark, while nearby, city lights twinkle. And here in the suite, there is warmth and coziness.

Wenren Chen stared intently at the face in his eyes for a long time.

After the person on the phone finished their work report, he said, "Hmm."

I put down my phone, ended the call, and walked towards the person waiting at the door.

Zhou Yi saw Wenren Chen hang up the phone and come in from the balcony. She immediately went in and stood in front of him: "Sir, I have prepared the meal."

She came before him, the aroma of cooking from the kitchen washing away her delicate fragrance, but filling him with warmth.

Even the fine beads of sweat on her forehead and the dampness in her hair were tinged with a simple honey color.

Wenren Chen looked at the person in front of him and said, "You've worked hard."

Zhou Yi paused for a moment, then smiled and shook her head, saying, "It's not hard work. It's my good fortune to be able to cook for you, sir."

"Sir, please go and eat. The food should be eaten while it's hot; it won't taste good when it's cold."

"Ah."

The two entered the living room, and Wenren Chen wiped his hands and sat down in the dining chair.

Zhou Yi used a spoon to serve him soup.

"Sir, I've prepared three dishes, all of them light in flavor. Please try them and see if they suit your taste."

Wenren Chen looked at the dishes on the table; they were all common home-style dishes, the kind he often saw on a daily basis.

Although it is a common practice, different people use different methods and have different control over the heat, resulting in different colors and tastes.

The food Zhou Yi cooked was noticeably different from the food Rong Sao cooked.

His gaze fell on Zhou Yi's empty space, devoid of bowls and chopsticks.

I opened my lips: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Zhou Yi paused, then said, "I'm not hungry, you eat."

She doesn't eat late-night snacks; she eats a normal dinner and then nothing else.

Wenren Chen said, "You can eat some."

Zhou Yi paused for a moment, looked at Wenren Chen's expression, and then said, "Okay."

After saying that, Zhou Yi went to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks, and then ladled out some rice.

The man probably didn't want to eat alone, or he felt that she had worked hard all night, so he asked her to eat with him.

But whatever the reason, the gentleman's intention was very good.

She's almost finished digesting her dinner, so she can eat a little more.

As Zhou Yi brought out the food, she smiled at Wenren Chen and said, "Sir, let's eat together."

Seeing the little rice left in her bowl, he said, "Mmm."

Pick up your chopsticks and eat dinner.

Zhou Yi watched him pick up food and eat, and she followed suit, picking up food and eating as she ate, observing Wenren Chen's expression and how he ate to see if it suited his taste.

But Wenren Chen's expression was always unreadable, making it impossible to tell whether he was well or ill.

So after he finished eating, Zhou Yi asked, "Sir, how are you? Are you alright?"

After asking, Zhou Yi said, "Tell me whether you think it's good or bad, and I'll improve next time."

She hopes her husband will enjoy the food she cooks, but if he doesn't think it tastes good, he says she'll change it next time.

Cooking dishes can be modified.

This is not a difficult task.

Zhou Yi made three dishes: stir-fried wood ear mushrooms with meat, green vegetables, and potato and tomato soup.

These are all very ordinary dishes, but they are low in oil, light in flavor, and cooked to perfection, making them very refreshing.

Wenren Chen looked at her and said, "It's delicious."

Zhou Yi's eyes lit up noticeably, accompanied by surprise; she hadn't expected this.

The gentleman used the word "very".

This is something that would never happen in the gentleman's usual words.

She was genuinely surprised; she hadn't expected that such simple dishes would receive such high praise from her husband.

She was somewhat flattered.

Looking at the unexpected face, Wenren Chen said, "It tastes better than what you get outside."

Zhou Yi was stunned, then a smile instantly spread across her face: "Really? I thought it wasn't very good, and I was afraid it wouldn't suit your taste, that you wouldn't like it."

"If it doesn't taste good, I'll improve it, but if you say it tastes good, then I'm relieved."

After saying that, Zhou Yi quickly put some food on Wenren Chen's plate: "Please eat more."

Looking at the green vegetables placed in the bowl, they are vibrant green, retaining their original color. Even after being stir-fried, the color remains bright.

He said, "Hmm."

He picked up the green vegetable and ate it.

It has a light, sweet flavor, a crisp texture, and a perfect balance of saltiness; everything is just right.

Zhou Yi smiled, a particularly joyful smile.

She was always serving food or soup to Wenren Chen, and she was very happy.

She felt it was a very good thing that her husband approved of the food she cooked.

The two dined together, but Wenren Chen ate most of the food, while Zhou Yi ate very little.

During that time, her attention was almost entirely focused on Wenren Chen's face, constantly watching him to see if he was eating well.

And so, in the living room, under the warm light, the two, like an ordinary couple or perhaps husband and wife, had dinner together in the quiet of the night.

The warm light shone on them, and warmth spread throughout the suite.

"Sir, please go wash up and rest. I'll take care of this..."

After the two finished their meal, Zhou Yi got up to clear the dishes and chopsticks while they were talking.

But then, as if remembering something, she stopped talking for a moment, and quickly put down her bowl and chopsticks, saying, "I'll go put the herbal sachet in there for you."

After saying that, Zhou Yi went to wash her hands, took out two herbal sachets from the medicine bag on the coffee table, and went to Wenren Chen's bedroom.

Wenren Chen wiped his lips with a napkin. He paused when he heard the soft voice, then put the napkin on the table, stood up, and followed Zhou Yi into the bedroom at a leisurely pace.

The suite is cleaned daily by a staff member; it is very clean and tidy.

Zhou Yi took the herbal sachet to Wenren Chen's bedroom and looked around to see where she should hang it.

Her gaze quickly fell on a wall lamp on the wall.

Herbal sachets are perfect for hanging on wall lamps.

Zhou Yi immediately went over, came to the wall lamp, picked up the ribbon of the herbal sachet, and hung it on the wall lamp.

However, upon hanging it up, she realized that the wall lamp was a bit too high, and she was a bit short.

Zhou Yi tiptoed and reached out to put the strap onto the hook on the wall lamp.