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The topic just changed like that.

Since Wenren Chen had asked Sheng Mingying to look at the scenery, Sheng Mingying did indeed look at the scenery outside the window. When the car got on the highway and left Shancheng, the greenery came into view.

It is a landscape completely different from that of Yunzhou City, with lush greenery and rich vegetation that gives people a refreshing feeling.

Sheng Mingying looked at it and nodded: "Not bad, not bad at all."

Wenren Chen remained silent.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, his aura incredibly calm.

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Yu'an County.

Haina Hotel.

After washing up, Zhou Yi played with the little one and then went to the kitchen to get busy.

The little guy had never seen Zhou Yi cook before and couldn't be without her, so Aunt Dong carried him to the kitchen to watch Zhou Yi pick, wash, and cook vegetables.

It was the first time he had seen these things, and his big eyes were full of curiosity. He looked at Zhou Yi's face, then at Zhou Yi's hands, and then at the things Zhou Yi had bought.

He seemed extremely busy, his large eyes darting around without stopping.

His little mouth was also open, sometimes in surprise, sometimes in confusion, and sometimes with a "ya!" His little face had a lot of expressions and was very cute.

Zhou Yi and Aunt Dong couldn't help but laugh when they saw him like this.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was wonderful.

However, the little guy is only three months old, and he gets sleepy after playing for a while.

Despite his efforts to stay in the kitchen, he couldn't resist the drowsiness and his eyelids were drooping.

Zhou Yi asked Aunt Dong to take the little one to the bedroom to sleep, and then she busied herself in the kitchen.

Since it was the first time the master and mistress had come, they had to be treated with great hospitality, so Zhou Yi prepared more than a dozen dishes.

She can cook more than a dozen dishes by herself, and none of them are the same. That's not easy.

It takes time and experience.

However, she has been cooking since she was a child and is now very skilled at it; cooking more than a dozen dishes is not difficult for her.

The problem is that she doesn't know exactly what time her husband and his family will arrive at the hotel.

To avoid any time-related mistakes, Zhou Yi deliberately brought her phone to the kitchen and checked the time from time to time.

Around 3 or 4 o'clock, her husband still hadn't returned, and she had almost finished preparing the dishes. Zhou Yi looked at the sky outside, then washed and dried her hands, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Wenren Chen.

She checked the time before sending the message.

4:20.

Sir, they should be coming back soon, right?

It takes at least two hours to drive from Shancheng to the county seat. If we get back around 4 p.m., it will be just in time for dinner.

Zhou Yi opened WeChat, opened the chat box with Wenren Chen, and sent a message.

I can't call my husband, I'm afraid he's busy.

The car was traveling at a steady speed on the highway.

Inside the car, Sheng Mingying was taking pictures of the outside with her phone.

They were either taking photos or videos, clearly on a vacation.

Beside her, Wenren Chen closed his eyes to rest, not wanting to disturb Sheng Mingying.

Sheng Mingying didn't disturb her son, taking pictures of herself and occasionally whispering with Qi's mother, showing unprecedented excitement.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, the sound of a message arriving drifted into the car.

Upon hearing this voice, Sheng Mingying first checked her phone, then turned to look at Wenren Chen's side.

Wenren Chen had a cell phone in the armrest box to his right, and at that moment, the screen lit up, displaying a message in the middle.

At that moment, those closed eyes opened.

He raised his hand and took the phone.

There was not a trace of confusion in those deep eyes; they were completely clear-headed.

Seeing that it was Wenren Chen's phone ringing, Sheng Mingying turned her attention away and continued filming the video.

Wenren Chen looked at the sender of the letter on the screen: Zhou Yi.

He stared at those two words for a moment, then opened the message.

Zhou Yi: [Sir, I've prepared all the dishes and am just waiting to cook. When will you and your spouse be returning? I'll calculate the time and start cooking early so you can have dinner when you get back.]

Wenren Chen stared at the message for a while, then swiped his finger across the message screen, opened his contacts, and dialed her number.

in the kitchen.

After sending a message to Wenren Chen, Zhou Yi looked at the dishes laid out on the kitchen counter, all of which she had chopped and washed.

She checked to see if there were any omissions.

"Woo~"

Zhou Yi's phone vibrated, and she immediately checked it.

It was Mr. [Name] on the phone.

A smile appeared on Zhou Yi's face as she picked up her phone and answered the call: "Sir."

The soft voice coming from the receiver was like a warm cotton ball stuffed into my heart, tickling, warm, and filling me completely.

Wenren Chen gazed at the ever-growing mountain range ahead, its lush greenery and vibrant life filling the air. He opened his mouth and asked, "Is everything ready?"

Upon hearing Wenren Chen's voice, Sheng Mingying immediately looked over, her old eyes filled with excitement as if she had sensed something.

Indeed, the sound was completely different from usual.

Upon hearing this, it was clear that his previous indifference was completely gone.

It is very warm.

Qi Ma's expression shifted slightly, but she remained silent.

A deep, magnetic voice came from the phone, and Zhou Yi's eyes instantly curved into a smile as she said, "Everything is ready, just waiting to be done. It should be done in half an hour at most."

Wenren Chen looked at the road sign ahead, which displayed the place name, and said, "We're on our way back. We'll arrive in an hour and a half."

An hour and a half?

Zhou Yi took out her phone to check the time, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Okay, sir, I know when to do it."

"Please come back slowly with your husband and wife. We'll have dinner when you get back."

"Ah."

Zhou Yi hung up the phone, put it in his pocket, rolled up his sleeves, and continued working.

An hour and a half is enough.

"Xiao Liu, who called just now?"

As soon as Wenren Chen put down his phone, Sheng Mingying immediately asked.

I'm not filming anymore.

Nothing is more important than my son's marriage.

Wenren Chen stared at her, his old eyes keenly sensing something, and said, "Zhou Yi."

"Zhou Yi?"

Sheng Mingying frowned instantly, then disbelief settled on her old face.

She looked closely at Wenren Chen, and then recalled Wenren Chen's voice from just now.

To her, Xiao Liu's voice just now truly could be described as gentle.

Yes, that's gentleness!

Her sixth child is not a gentle person at all. Over the years, from childhood to adulthood, he has never been gentle.

Even just a little bit.

But Xiao Liu's voice just now was gentle, it just wasn't right.

The other person must be very different.

But little did they expect it to be Zhou Yi.

Is her sixth child being gentle with a nanny? Is her sixth child crazy, or did she mishear?

Sheng Mingying felt that Xiao Liu hadn't gone mad; she had simply misheard.

As people get older, their hearing doesn't improve.

The son's voice sounded like a completely different person.

It must be like this.

Faced with Sheng Mingying's ever-changing expression, Wenren Chen remained silent.

No explanation, no cover-up.

A moment later, Sheng Mingying asked, "Why is Zhou Yi making that phone call?"

Wenren Chen was still holding his phone, rubbing his fingertips on the screen. He said, "She's asking us when we're coming back so she can cook."

"Oh, so that's it."

"This young girl is really quite thoughtful."

Despite his young age and youthful appearance, he is very meticulous in his work.

Not bad.

She felt more at ease.

This thoughtful young girl is good at taking care of Yuyu.

Without another word, the car continued smoothly forward.

Sheng Mingying continued filming, while Wenren Chen's gaze fell on the scenery outside the window, his deep eyes reflecting the ever-changing landscape.

Whether it was the scenery or something else, the depth in his eyes began to stir.

Rolls upon rolls, like the wind rolling up the water's surface, creating ripples upon ripples.

As the sun slowly sets and the evening glow appears, the small county town is enveloped in a warm orange hue, like a fairy's veil falling, making the town seem like a dream.

Six o'clock sharp.

Several cars were parked smoothly outside the entrance of the Haina Hotel.