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Immediately afterward, Zhou Yi put down the oil bottle, took out his phone, and dialed Wenren Chen's number.

She didn't know if her husband had any dietary restrictions.

She has to ask.

Otherwise, it would be a waste if my husband didn't eat it.

Running up and down the stairs was too much trouble, so she preferred to just call her husband directly.

She has her husband's phone number; she had saved it before.

"beep……"

The call connected quickly.

Zhou Yi turned off the stove and listened intently to the beeping sound.

In the study.

Wenren Chen stopped working and leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, whether he was taking a nap or resting was unknown.

The phone on the desk suddenly started vibrating, breaking the deep silence inside.

He opened his eyes, looked at the vibrating phone on the table, and picked it up.

Zhou Yi.

The two words were clearly displayed on the screen.

Wenren Chen looked at the name, and after a few breaths, he swiped his fingertip across the screen to answer the call: "Hello."

Upon hearing the voice from the phone, Zhou Yi immediately asked, "Sir, do you have any dietary restrictions or things you don't eat?"

Wenren Chen's eyes flickered, and he said, "I don't eat fried food, I don't eat deep-fried food, and I don't eat offal."

Zhou Yi listened attentively, then asked, "Are there any dishes you don't eat? For example, scallions, ginger, garlic, radishes, spinach, and things like that?"

"I don't eat apples."

"what……"

Don't eat apples?

What about vegetables?

Vegetables are fine, and so are seasonings?

Zhou Yi wasn't quite sure and said, "Sir, you don't eat fried food, you don't eat offal, and you don't eat apples. What about vegetables? Are they all okay?"

"Ah."

Zhou Yi understood. Her husband didn't like fried or deep-fried foods. He was fine with normal ingredients and cooking methods, but not with fried or deep-fried foods.

Simply put, the gentleman doesn't have any dietary restrictions and isn't picky about food.

Very down to earth.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Okay, sir, I've got it."

Zhou Yi immediately hung up the phone and started cooking seafood noodles by pouring oil on the stove!

The busy tone from the phone came through very quickly, clearly reaching my eardrums.

Hearing the busy tone, Wenren Chen took out his phone and looked at the sky outside.

It was completely dark outside, but the city lights were still bright.

Everything was the same as usual.

But tonight seems to be different.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he withdrew his gaze, rising and leaving the study.

Zhou Yi was busy in the kitchen by herself, but she didn't make a fuss at all. She stir-fried shrimp heads and shellfish together in the oil to bring out their flavor, and then added water to make soup.

I added a few drops of sake to remove the fishy smell, and a slice of ginger and a few scallions for seasoning.

She just asked her husband if he eats scallions, ginger, and garlic, just in case some people don't.

But actually, these are necessary for cooking, and they make the food taste better.

She won't add it if her husband doesn't eat it, but she will add it if he can eat it.

However, Zhou Yi added very little; just a tiny bit of seasoning was enough.

Too much is actually bad.

After doing all this, she sorted the cleaned shrimp meat and shellfish meat into categories, cutting what needed to be cut and setting aside what needed to be set aside separately.

She carried out each step methodically and skillfully on her own.

Wenren Chen came downstairs and heard the sounds coming from the kitchen, which were particularly clear in the quiet night.

He listened to the sound, his gaze falling on the closed glass door, where a slender, petite figure moved about.

She would hold this in her hand one moment and that in the next, and as she did so, a very rhythmic sound would come from the kitchen.

These sounds sounded very different in the darkness of the night.

It seemed that the whole villa had changed, no longer cold and impersonal.

It began to have warmth and a sense of comfort.

Click, the door opens.