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Sister Rong came out dressed.

Wenren Chen heard the sound and looked over.

Rong Sao hurried over: "Sir."

Wenren Chen looked at her and said, "Go and rest. Zhou Yi will make me dinner."

Rong Sao was already asleep, but she woke up when she heard the faint noises outside. So she got dressed and went out to see what was happening, and saw Wenren Chen coming into the living room.

Upon hearing Wenren Chen's words, Rong Sao asked in surprise, "Sir, you haven't had dinner yet?"

"Ah."

"Then...then I'll do it, Miss Zhou..."

"Need not."

The cold words interrupted Rong Sao. Rong Sao paused, looked at Wen Renchen, and saw the deep, unyielding blackness in his eyes.

Rong Sao quickly lowered her head: "Okay."

"Sir, please call me anytime if you need anything."

"Ah."

Rong Sao went back immediately.

Wenren Chen's gaze fell on the glass door again. The person inside was completely unaware of the commotion outside. She was focused on making the seafood noodles, her entire attention on the dish.

Wenren Chen sat down on the sofa in front of the coffee table, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV in the living room, which had been bought just for decoration.

Zhou Yi was busy in the kitchen.

She likes to clean up the kitchen counter as she cooks, so by the time she finishes making the seafood noodles, the counter is spotless and the pots are sparkling clean.

She took out her phone to check the time; it had been about twenty minutes.

That's it.

She took off her apron, opened the glass door, and was about to go upstairs to call Wenren Chen.

However, as soon as the glass door opened, Zhou Yi saw a person sitting on the sofa in the living room with their legs crossed, watching TV with the remote control.

Zhou Yi was stunned.

Is the gentleman no longer at work?

Zhou Yi has been at the Qingbei villa for almost a month, and this is the first time she has seen her husband sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Very rare.

Perhaps the gentleman had finished his work, or perhaps he was extremely hungry.

Thinking of Zhou Yi, she turned back, placed the fragrant seafood noodles on a tray, added chopsticks and a spoon, and carefully carried it out to the dining table.

You can't just put the noodles on the table and eat them right away. You have to take out a square napkin, lay it out neatly on the table with the edges aligned, and then put the noodles on the napkin.

After doing this, take out the chopstick rest and spoon rest and set them out. Place the chopsticks and spoon on the chopstick rest and spoon rest, and then take out the napkins for wiping your hands and mouth and put them on one side.

Once everything was neatly arranged, looking like a five-star hotel with no problems whatsoever, Zhou Yi approached Wenren Chen, bowed, and said, "Sir, the seafood noodles are ready."

Wenren Chen was watching a variety show on TV, and bursts of laughter came from it, but the laughter stopped completely once it reached the villa.

It was deathly silent.

Upon hearing the respectful and obedient voice, Wenren Chen hummed in response, put the remote control aside, and got up to sit down at the dining table.

Zhou Yi followed Wenren Chen to the dining table and stopped half a step away from him.

She remained bowed and waited for Wenren Chen to finish his dinner so she could clean up.

Of course, Zhou Yi was also worried that her seafood noodles wouldn't taste good and wouldn't suit her husband's taste.

If her husband didn't eat, she would call Rong Sao to get up and make him dinner. She couldn't let him rest hungry no matter what.

Wenren Chen sat down in the dining chair, and as he did, an extremely strong aroma of seafood wafted to his nose, making him fix his gaze on the bowl of light seafood noodles.

The noodles are handmade by an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage. They are very thin and each strand is distinct. Now, these noodles, after being handled by Zhou Yi, maintain a slightly curved shape and lie quietly in the clear white broth.

When making noodles, the soup is the most important part. Zhou Yi makes the soup first, and only after the soup is cooked well will he add the seafood and meat, and then the noodles.

She didn't do any of the steps haphazardly; there was a proper order to each step.

It is precisely because of her meticulous procedures that the soup is so different.

The broth, made from pure seafood, is white but not thick. You can clearly see the light oil, the meat of several kinds of seafood, a few pieces of fresh green vegetables, and a little bit of green onion floating on the surface of the broth.

The seafood was very fresh and tender, and you could see the gloss and fullness of the broth on it. The green vegetables were very fresh, lush and green, as if they were growing in the broth. The green onions were cut very finely, as thin as hair.

The seafood noodles that caught Wenren Chen's eye were perfectly balanced in terms of ingredients, broth, and seasonings.

Both the color and the aroma are at the level of a top chef.

The rich, fresh aroma filled her nose. Wenren Chen took a napkin, wiped her hands clean, picked up her chopsticks, and ate the noodles.

Zhou Yi initially kept her head down and body slightly bowed, but since she hadn't heard any movement, she couldn't help but look up at Wenren Chen.

But Zhou Yi noticed that Wenren Chen was staring at the seafood noodles without moving, his expression showing neither joy nor anger. Zhou Yi was puzzled.

Is something wrong with it?

She carefully observed Wenren Chen's expression, but after a while she still couldn't figure out what it meant for him to be staring at the noodles without moving, so she opened her lips to ask.

However, before the words could even leave her lips, Zhou Yi saw Wenren Chen take a napkin and wipe his hands, his movements as unhurried and debonair as usual, exuding an air of nobility.

Zhou Yixin relaxed slightly, and then watched as Wenren Chen put down his napkin and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

Zhou Yi wasn't nervous before, but when Wenren Chen picked up a noodle and put it in his mouth, she became nervous.

Although she is a decent cook and can make seafood noodles quite well, Rong Sao's dishes taste very good. Her husband is used to Rong Sao's cooking and may not be used to eating her own cooking.

Moreover, this method is not the same as the one used in Yunzhou City, so I'm afraid the gentleman won't be able to eat it.

Thinking about it, Zhou Yi couldn't help but frown, and her two little hands twisted together, looking very uneasy.

I was worried that my husband wouldn't eat well, but asking Rong Sao to cook would take a lot of time, and he would have to wait and go hungry.

Zhou Yi suddenly realized that she shouldn't have offered to do it herself; she should have let Rong Sao do it from the beginning so that her husband wouldn't have gone hungry.

Zhou Yi's thoughts wandered further and further away, completely unaware that Wenren Chen had already swallowed the mouthful of noodles.

Just as she was wondering if she should ask Rong Sao to make dinner for her husband, that deep voice reached her ears.

"tasty."

"what!"

Zhou Yi looked up for a moment, staring at the face that revealed no emotion whatsoever.

The gentleman just said the taste was good?

Zhou Yi's lips were parted, her eyes widened slightly, and she wondered if she had misheard.

Wenren Chen, holding chopsticks, looked at the incredulous person on the other end and said, "Your cooking is excellent."