After so many days, Yu Sangwan returned to her rented apartment for the first time.
Le Zhengsheng sprawled on the sofa, watching her busily move around. From the pot on the stove, a delightful aroma slowly wafted through the air.
"Mmm..." Le Zhengsheng sniffed, grinning, and shamelessly approached her, "Second Mistress, what's cooking? After feeding me pickles and steamed buns for so many days, you finally remembered to cook meat for me?"
"Move aside!"
Yu Sangwan didn't even look at him and continued with her tasks, "It's not for you..."
"Not for me?" Le Zhengsheng pretended to bite his finger, "You have someone else?"
Yu Sangwan lowered her eyelids, her voice tiny, "I'm making soup for him..."
"...Oh!" Le Zhengsheng realized, peering into the pot, "Ginseng chicken soup! And you added so many goji berries and conch. It smells delicious..."
His eyes almost fell into the pot as he gulped down saliva.
