Qiao Muyuan tasted every dish and it tasted particularly good.

She picked up a piece of ribs and fed it to Ji Changmu: "Eat this."

Ji Changmu ate it and said, "The taste is okay."

"I often feel that Mr. Ji is so good, but what if I can't catch you one day?"

He stared at her and smiled: "Then I'll catch you."

She also smiled, always being coaxed with joy by Ji Changmu.

Qiao Muyuan lowered his head, his eyes were hot, he really had to cook a table of dishes for her.

Ji Changmu also specially opened a bottle of wine. He raised his glass and said, "Come, celebrate our return home."

Qiao Muyuan also raised his glass and clinked it with him: "Mr. Ji, is it better to go home or travel outside?"

"With you by my side, I'll be happy wherever I am."

"Mr. Ji is also uncouth."

"It's not because you are earthy. Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black."

Qiao Muyuan: "..."

Sure enough, she knew that she could only be moved for three seconds.

Isn't it good for a good man to eat quietly?

She smiles.

"Try this braised crucian carp. I rarely make this. It's more troublesome to make. You should eat more."

"I want some soup."

"Wait a minute."

Ji Changmu took a soup bowl and filled it with a spoon. Chicken soup with matsutake and wolfberry. The only drawback was that the cooking time was a bit short.

Next time he has a chance, he will make her another pot of soup.

"When did you learn to cook?" she asked.

"Actually, I have been exposed to it since I was a child, and I can order it more or less, but I am not proficient. I became really proficient after I was sixteen years old. My mother was not in good health and was often hospitalized, so I was responsible for taking care of her diet and daily life." Ji Changmu handed her the chicken soup.

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He thought about what happened during that time again.

Taking care of his mother was not tiring, but what really exhausted him physically and mentally was the debt collectors.

Those people were so vicious that they stopped him at the entrance of the hospital many times, knocked over his lunch box, and threw away the soup he made.

At that time, he was like a little beast. Once they threw him, he would fight with them.

The sixteen-year-old boy was at the age when a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He didn't think about the consequences, but he just couldn't let himself endure the humiliation.

These things have been hidden in his heart for many years.

Looking back now, it's nothing, just a passing cloud.

Qiao Muyuan picked up the soup bowl, didn't drink it immediately, scooped out a spoonful, blew on it, and fed it to him: "Try it."

"Why let me taste it first?"

"..." Does this person understand the charm?!

However, even though the mouth says so, the body is very honest.

Ji Changmu drank the chicken soup she fed him.

He would drink whatever she fed him.

"Ji Changmu, you look like a big dog when you get up." She took a few mouthfuls of soup angrily.

The soup is delicious, the wolfberry is sweet, fragrant and tastes good.

Ji Changmu smiled.

The two of them sat opposite each other at the dining table, the lights brightly lit.

Outside the window was a silent and deep night, with soft lights inside. When they were not talking, they were eating their meals separately, and their hearts were very close.

"Brother Ji, let's go to Bincheng in a few days."

"Why do you think of going to Bincheng?"

"I just miss Aunt Yang."

"Then I'll call her later and let her get ready."

"What are you preparing for? What is there to prepare? It's not your first time, and Aunt Yang doesn't recognize me."

"When my daughter-in-law comes home, of course she has to make preparations. This is called...a sense of ritual? A strange vocabulary for you young people."
Chapter completed!