Ye Nian'an smiled and said, "Alright, Dad, Mom, Xin'er, everything's settled. You should eat now. Even though the food box keeps the food warm, you must be hungry."

"Now that you mention it, I am indeed hungry. What delicious food did you cook today? I've been busy all morning!"

Ye Nian'an opened the food box and took out the dishes that had been prepared in advance. Instantly, the aroma was intoxicating.

Stir-fried wild boar with dried bamboo shoots, scrambled eggs with soy sauce, and white rice...

Chu Zhenyuan and the others' stomachs were rumbling with hunger.

Forget about decorum, he found a shady spot and began to eat meat and rice heartily while drinking the spiritual spring water. He was incredibly happy.

The fatigue from the morning's busy work was swept away.

Ye Nian'an came to Chu Yan's side, handed him a water bottle, and said softly, "Brother Yan, here, have some water."

"Thank you, wife."

Chu Yan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a doting smile. He reached out and took the water bottle, tilting his head back to gulp down a large mouthful.

I don't know if it's just psychological, but ever since I came to the countryside, the ordinary water seems to have been enchanted, becoming sweeter and more delicious.

Each time it goes down my throat, it feels like a clear spring flowing through my limbs and bones, instantly dispelling all my fatigue. It's amazing.

Chu Yan took out a handkerchief, his eyes focused and gentle, and carefully wiped away Ye Nian'an's sweat.

Ye Nian'an didn't move around, obediently enjoying Chu Yan's gentleness. He even picked up a banana leaf and fanned himself with it, feeling as comfortable as a kitten.

Looking at his charming wife, whose fair skin was almost transparent in the sunlight, he was so beautiful that he felt a pang of tenderness and couldn't help but whisper softly.

"Wife, you've suffered these past few days with me."