Zhong Tingyue started working and left the office at 3 p.m. with her bag.

"I have something to do today, so I'll leave first. You guys clock out on time."

The people in the studio were a little surprised. Their boss, Mr. Zhong, was a workaholic. Why did he leave work early today?

Jiang Wenzhen whispered to her receptionist, "You really want to know? Then I'll tell you, Chu Fang is sick, and it's a serious illness that men suffer from."

"Huh?!" The colleague exclaimed in surprise.

Before long, the news spread throughout the studio.

"Have you heard? Chu Fang is dying."

"No, Ms. Zhong is pregnant and needs to go to rest and recuperate."

"Bullshit! That's just a rumor. Chu Fang is pregnant."

"Hiss..." Everyone gasped.

This is truly earth-shattering news.

Cai Guanzhi coughed and pulled Jiang Wenzhen to the tea room: "You should talk less about those gossips in the future."

"That's not gossip, it's the truth!"

"Brother Chu must be celebrating his birthday and couldn't come."

How did you know?

"Just a guess."

"That doesn't count!"

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue walked out of the building and went to a nearby cake shop instead of going home first.

She planned to buy Chu Fang a birthday cake, but unfortunately, she wasn't interested in any of those fancy cakes.

It appears to be handmade, but it is actually mass-produced on an industrial assembly line.

"Never mind, I'll make a cake for Chu Fang." After looking around, she decided to make the cake herself.

She was once obsessed with pastries, so she has quite a bit of experience with them.

After buying flour and eggs, I went home immediately, and the aroma filled the house as soon as I entered.

Chu Fang was busy, but he turned to look at him and said, "You're back."

"Okay." Zhong Tingyue walked into the kitchen. "Leave some space for me, I'll make you a cake."

Chu Fang made some space, and Zhong Tingyue began to bake a cake. The couple did their own things in the kitchen, without disturbing each other, yet helping each other out.

Not long after, with a 'whoosh', Zhong Rou returned home.

"Grandpa's back!" Zhong Rou rushed into the kitchen and handed a small gift to Chu Fang: "Brother-in-law, this is my birthday present for you."

Chu Fang patted his sister-in-law's head: "I haven't spoiled you for nothing."

Zhong Tingyue asked, "Why are you back so early?"

Zhong Rou replied nonchalantly, "I skipped class."

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

How could you say that so openly and honestly?

Don't you have any sense of shame?

All three of them returned, and Chu Fang's birthday banquet began.

He brought out all the dishes he had cooked that day: fried shrimp, grouper, boiled shrimp, pork tripe and chicken, corn, radish and pork rib soup... ... a whole table full of food.

"There's one more dish." Chu Fang brought out the last dish and placed it in the center of the table.

Zhong Tingyue and Zhong Rou were both taken aback: "Huh? Cabbage?"

Chu Fang was quite proud: "Try it, this is the most complicated dish I have ever made."

Zhong Rou couldn't wait to pick up a piece of cabbage with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up immediately: "Fresh and delicate, brother-in-law, what kind of dish is this?"

Zhong Tingyue replied, "Boiled cabbage in clear broth."

That's right, it's a famous Sichuan dish, Boiled Cabbage in Broth, made by simmering chicken, duck, and pork ribs in a broth prepared using a complex method, and then combining it with cabbage.

At first glance, it looks like a clear soup with no oil at all, but it smells delicious and tastes fresh and tender.

Once all the dishes were served, the three began to eat.

Zhong Rou picked up the Ad calcium milk: "Happy birthday, brother-in-law, may you live a long and healthy life."

Chu Fang raised his wine glass and clinked it against the calcium milk, rolling his eyes: "You might as well wish me to become a turtle."

"Then I wish my brother-in-law would turn into a turtle!"

"Get lost! Can't you understand good and bad advice?" Chu Fang was speechless.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, her smile beautiful.

Since it was only the three of them celebrating the birthday, and they usually ate together, it wasn't a particularly lively occasion.

They simply ate a meal and chatted about what had happened that day. It was a simple affair, but Chu Fang felt that this birthday celebration was very meaningful.

After dinner, Zhong Tingyue took out the cake she had made. Chu Fang blew out the candles, cut it into three pieces, and that concluded the birthday celebration.

"Zhong Rou, help me wash the dishes," Zhong Tingyue instructed her younger sister.

At home, Chu Fang is in charge of cooking, Zhong Tingyue is in charge of washing dishes, while his sister-in-law... does nothing.

"On what grounds?"

"Your money is still with me."

The younger sister-in-law obediently went to wash the dishes, while Zhong Tingyue went into the bedroom and soon came out with a drawing board, paintbrushes, and a small stool. She said to Chu Fang, "Sit down, I'll paint a picture for you."

She spent the whole day thinking about what gift to prepare. After much deliberation, she decided to draw Chu Fang on paper to preserve this beautiful moment.

Chu Fang readily agreed: "Okay."

Zhong Tingyue has an art background and likes to draw in her spare time, but she has never drawn him before. Of course, he agreed to be drawn today.

Chu Fang pouted, leaned against the window, and gazed at the bright moon, looking melancholy and deep.

Zhong Tingyue looked at her fiancé, imprinting his image deep in her memory, and her writing flowed with inspiration.

Not long after, Chu Fang felt her eyes getting sore and asked, "Is the drawing finished?"

The sister-in-law replied, "Almost there, brother-in-law, just hang in there a little longer."

He could only hold on a little longer, but when he couldn't hold on any longer, he turned around and saw that Zhong Tingyue had stopped writing, while Zhong Rou was still drawing and painting. She then showed her masterpiece to Chu Fang.

Zhong Rou asked excitedly, "Brother-in-law, how did I do?"

Chu Fang hesitated for a moment: "Is this a story about a tiger, a barbell, and a black hole?"

“No!” The sister-in-law shook her head. “This is you.”

Chu Fang: "!!!"

Even Picasso would have wanted to become your student if he came here.

Chu Fang's gaze fell on Zhong Tingyue's drawing board, somewhat surprised: "This is not what I look like."

There was neither a moon nor a window on the canvas, and Chu Fang was not wearing such clothes.

“Yes.” Zhong Tingyue nodded. “This is what I looked like the first time I saw you, back at Yatengyi Pavilion.”

Chu Fang stared at the image of himself on the canvas, feeling an increasing sense of charm, as if it had captured his very essence: "You still remember?"

“I will always remember.”

Zhong Tingyue always remembered the first time she met Chu Fang. She was in training, and Chu Fang was sitting below her, looking at her with an appreciative gaze.

Zhong Rou rubbed her arms: "Hey~~~, if you two want to show off, go do it in your own room. There are kids here."

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue said in unison, "Go inside."

"Hmph! You two have no manners!"