When Huo Zhixing returned to Xiyuan, Jiang Can was learning cooking from Aunt Cen in the kitchen.

Aunt Cen turned down the heat, and the soup in the clay pot bubbled and steamed, filling the room with a fragrant aroma and the warmth of everyday life.

"The last step is to put this in... and that's it!" Aunt Cen taught him step by step, and Jiang Can learned very seriously.

Is this okay?

"right!"

“Hmm,” Jiang Can took a deep breath, “It seems to smell even better with these added.”

"You and the young master can both have some of this soup. Now that it's winter, the weather is cold and dry, so it's the perfect time to nourish your body."

"Okay." Jiang Can agreed with a smile, but put the lid on the pot and then turned off the heat.

Aunt Cen asked in surprise, "You...you're not going to drink?"

"I'm saving it for him to drink when he gets back!"

"Didn't the young master go to the old house today? He probably won't be back for a while! You eat yours, just leave some for him!"

"That won't do! It's no fun for me to drink alone." Jiang Can smiled. "It's better to wait for him to come back!"

The young woman's voice was sweet and clear, and Huo Zhixing, who was outside the kitchen, felt a slight tremor in his heart, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

She was like this back in Jiangzhou; she would always wait for him to come back so they could eat together whenever there was something delicious to eat.

At that time, her biggest worry was that he wasn't eating well, that he wasn't dressed properly, and that he was being ridiculed by others.

So she worked desperately to earn money, wanting to do everything she could to give him the best life.

I spent three months' bonus on a suit that cost tens of thousands of yuan, and I used up all my savings to buy him a car...

Even in the most difficult times, when he asked her for a belt worth three thousand yuan, she transferred the money without hesitation.

He still remembered the first time she got paid; the two of them went to the Emperor Hotel. Even though she didn't have much money, she ordered lobster baked rice for him, and said with a smile, "It's okay if you don't work, your wife will support you!"

Huo Zhixing's eyes welled up with tears, and a complex mix of emotions surged into his heart.

After arriving in Yangcheng, everyone knew that he was extremely obedient to Jiang Can. They all gossiped behind his back, saying that he was absolutely insane when it came to spoiling women.

But what these people didn't know was that Jiang Canxian had spoiled him without any limits.

He chuckled as he walked into the kitchen and said in a deep voice, "I'm back!"

Jiang Can was startled, then suddenly turned around and met his deep, dark eyes.

"You're back so early!" She rushed forward and gave him a big hug. "Weren't you at the old house? Didn't Grandpa invite you to stay for dinner?"

Huo Zhixing smiled and shook his head.

Now that he's fallen out of favor, if it weren't for Jiang Can, Grandpa wouldn't have kept him there for dinner.

"That's perfect! I just learned how to make soup from Aunt Cen, and there's some chicken rice I made in the pot. Let's eat together!"

"Okay!" Huo Zhixing agreed with a smile.

But he had his arms wrapped around her waist, not wanting to let go for even a moment, his eyes fixed intently on her face, trying to capture every subtle expression, not wanting to miss a single one.

Aunt Cen smiled and lowered her head, knowing she was in the way, so she made an excuse to ask, "Young Master, you came from the old house, is my brother doing well there?"

"Yes, it's fine."

“I want to go see him tonight, then…”

Huo Zhixing immediately agreed, "It's alright, tomorrow is the weekend anyway, why don't you stay at the old house for a couple more days!"

Aunt Cen thanked her repeatedly.

Huo Zhixing asked Fang Han to take her to the manor.

At this moment, only he and Jiang Can were left in the vast Xi Garden.

He looked around with satisfaction; no one was there, not even Fatty Orange could cause trouble.

Suddenly he remembered his lesson from last time, and hurriedly turned off his phone. Only then did he truly breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally, we can enjoy some quiet time together...

While he stood there, frowning and grinning foolishly, Jiang Can had already served the rice and put the soup on the table.

"Eat!"

Huo Zhixing sat down at the table. The chicken rice she made was perfectly seasoned, and the soup she simmered was warm and comforting, warming her heart.

He was very happy, but he was also afraid that if he had too much happiness, God would take it away from him.

"What are you standing there for?" Jiang Can gave him a strange look. "Will just looking fill you up?"

“Can Can…” he smiled and gently took her small hand in his.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just found out you're more capable than I thought. Even Grandpa has nothing but praise for you."

Jiang Can chuckled and lightly tapped the back of his hand with her chopsticks.

“Wife,” the man’s voice was even hoarse, “I feel… I’m no longer your Superman.”

"You sound pretty down?"

“Wrong, not at all!” Huo Zhixing laughed heartily. “I’m very proud.”

"You used to be the only one with superpowers, but now I have them too," Jiang Can said softly. "Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?"

Is this considered a way of repaying a debt?

"Well, I guess so!"

Jiang Can's smiling eyes crinkle, and the most beautiful form of love is a relationship where both partners are equally matched and go their separate ways.

"Let me think about it..."

Huo Zhixing stood up, gently walked around behind her, bent down and hugged her.

"I've made up my mind." He said, his voice tinged with laughter, each word husky and clear: "I want to spend more time alone with you."

Jiang Can turned to look at him, her bright, watery eyes sparkling with playfulness, "Does that mean we don't want a baby for now?"

"Having you is enough." Of course, having a baby is the icing on the cake.

"A romantic getaway for just the two of us? Hmm... that's a request..."

"What's wrong?"

“It’s nothing,” she laughed, her cherry lips brushing against his ear, her voice soft and gentle as she uttered two words:

"Yes, sir!"

...

Weekend, on set.

Cheng Xuerou has already had this scene retaken more than twenty times.

Even the assistant director couldn't stand it anymore and gave Tang Yilan his opinion: "Director Tang, we should have the actors fight for real in this scene! The camera is too close and it's hard to find the right angle... If we do this half-heartedly, not only will we ruin our own reputation, but we'll also fall behind schedule, and we won't be able to explain it to the investors!"

Tang Yilan remained silent.

The assistant director sighed heavily; he had never seen Director Tang so indulgent towards any actor on set.

Besides, he's not a big star, just a new singer who just debuted.

"Cut!" It failed again.

The female lead was already impatient, muttering complaints under her breath.

Tang Yilan was in a state of turmoil. She waved for everyone to take a break and sat down in a chair to rest.

My head hurts, but my heart hurts even more.

When Ye Chen came to see her last time, hoping she could give Cheng Xuerou a chance, her rationality led her to refuse.

But while she was thinking about refusing, her mouth wouldn't listen. The next day, she called Ye Chen and asked Cheng Xuerou to play the second female lead.