Lying in bed, I finally felt completely relaxed.

After a while, Zhang Dingtian pushed the door open and came in. A maid carried a tray and placed it on the table.

The maids knew that when the two of them were in the room, they were not supposed to be by their side serving them.

The dumplings were placed on the table, and the maids all left.

"I'll feed you! Do you want some sauce?"

Zhang Dingtian carried the tray to the bedside.

"do not want!"

Yu Qingyou shook her head.

"Open your mouth!"

Zhang Dingtian picked up a dumpling and brought it to her lips.

Yu Qingyou opened her mouth and ate it.

These dumplings aren't very big; they're just the right size for one bite.

She ate one, and Zhang Dingtian also ate one.

"It's not as delicious as yours."

After finishing one, Zhang Dingtian immediately gave a comment.

After eating the meal cooked by Yu Qingyou, Zhang Dingtian's tastes have become very fixed.

I used to dislike radishes, but I loved winter melon soup.

Now, I don't like what others make, but I like what Qingyou makes.

As long as it's made with clear broth, even if it's radish, it doesn't seem to have that pungent smell anymore; instead, it's all sweet and refreshing.

There is only one Zhang Dingtian in the whole world, and only one Yu Qingyou!

After finishing one, Yu Qingyou pursed her red lips and said these words.

"Too!!"

Zhang Dingtian raised an eyebrow when he heard her say those words.

He liked it, and he really liked seeing Yu Qingyou so radiant.

The two were picky eaters, but because they were hungry, they finished the whole plate of beef dumplings, one for each of them.

"Young Marshal, go and get me those books over there so I can take a look!"

Yu Qingyou had eaten her fill and lay down on the big pillow, not wanting to move anymore.

"Call me cautious."

Zhang Dingtian suddenly said this.

"Jinyan, is this your handwriting?"

Yu Qingyou became somewhat interested.

"Yes!"

Zhang Dingtian nodded, then turned and went to the side to show him the book she wanted to read.

"Didn't you used to call me Young Marshal? Young Marshal?"

Yu Qingyou deliberately leaned against him and said something in a coquettish voice.

"Do you want to...do it a few more times?"

Zhang Dingtian looked at her with a gentle smile.

"Jinyan, I want to read a book for a while!"

Yu Qingyou quickly sat up straight, leaned against the pillow, and forcefully pulled at the book in his hand.

"late!"

Zhang Dingtian put the book aside and immediately pounced on Yu Qingyou on the bed.

Night is falling.

A few days later, they arrived at the banquet at Liu Fusheng's house.

Yu Qingyou was already wearing a cheongsam, made of satin with a red background and large flowers embroidered with gold thread.

She already had a great figure, and wearing high heels made her look even taller.

Her hair wasn't styled much; someone combed it up and adorned it with red gemstones, making her look radiant once again.

When Zhang Dingtian returned to pick her up, she was already wearing a white fur coat.

I was wrapped up tightly, and when I came out, only my calves were exposed, which felt a little cold. It wasn't until I got in the car that I warmed up again.

"You look so good!"

Upon seeing Yu Qingyou sitting next to him, Zhang Dingtian couldn't help but praise her.

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