Zi Xi was awakened by the aroma of food.

When I opened my eyes, I had no idea what time it was.

The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the gauze curtains, bathing everything in the room in a warm glow.

The air was filled with the aroma of chicken soup and the warmth of noodles, along with a very faint yet familiar scent of gardenia shower gel.

She rubbed her eyes and walked out of the bedroom.

In the open kitchen, Pei Mozhi was standing in front of the stove with his back to her.

He was only wearing an apron, revealing his strong and muscular upper body.

Noodles were cooking in a pot, and wisps of steam rose up, blurring the outline of his cold, handsome profile and strangely giving him a domestic, husbandly air.

He was intently staring at a small saucepan next to him, in which two eggs were boiling.

The stove fire was turned down low, and he frowned slightly, his expression as serious as if he were operating some kind of precision instrument.

Zi Xi didn't say anything, but just leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched quietly.

Pei Mozhi was like an unemployed bum, staying home every day, following her wherever she went.

Seemingly sensing her gaze, Pei Mozhi turned his head.

Upon seeing that it was her, his tense expression softened instantly, and a barely perceptible hint of unease even flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously tried to take off that overly cute apron.

"Don't take it off, it looks so good."

Is it ready?

Zi Xi couldn't help but smile, and walked forward with the languid air of someone who had just woken up.

"It should be... soon."

Pei Mozhi's voice was a little tense. His gaze returned to the milk pot, and he picked up a timer to check the time again.

Zi Xi leaned closer to take a look, and saw two eggs lying peacefully in the clear water.

"Mr. Pei, it's just boiling a soft-boiled egg, is there any need to make such a fuss?"

She couldn't help but tease him, her voice slightly nasal from just waking up.

"Of course, I need what my wife eats."

Pei Mozhi didn't look at her, but carefully used a slotted spoon to scoop out an egg and put it in a bowl of cold water next to him.

Their movements were as cautious as a bomb disposal expert handling a bomb.

He picked up another egg and repeated the same steps before picking up another egg and gently tapping the smooth shell with his knuckles, his movements still a bit clumsy and awkward.

He peeled the eggshell slowly and carefully, as if he were removing the outer garment of a work of art.

It should have been successful.

Pei Mozhi seemed to breathe a barely perceptible sigh of relief, his tightly pursed lips relaxing.

He gently placed the perfectly soft-boiled egg into a bowl of clear chicken soup wonton noodles next to him.

He then raised his head and looked at Zi Xi, his eyes filled with a hint of pride after completing a difficult task.

"Try it."

He pushed the carefully prepared bowl of noodles in front of her.

This is the recipe for the wonton noodles that Zhao Zixi loved to eat at during her student days, which he bought.

Although I couldn't learn the complete essence, I got most of the flavor.

Zi Xi picked up a spoon, carefully scooped up a little bit of the soft-boiled yolk, mixed it with the delicious chicken soup, and put it into her mouth.

The rich, mellow flavor of the egg yolk melts instantly on the tongue, with just the right amount of fluidity, perfectly blending with the freshness of the chicken soup.

It tastes just like the wonton shop across from the school.

She squinted her eyes contentedly, like a cat being stroked.

"Is it tasty?"