Noticing Nangong Yu's movement, Song Yuli subconsciously pulled his foot back, but Nangong Yu grabbed it.

"Don't move."

Song Yuli really didn't dare to move, letting Nangong Yu squat in front of her and help her put on her slippers.

After putting on his slippers, Nangong Yu looked at Song Yuli gently: "Have you eaten?"

Song Yuli honestly shook his head: "No, I want to wait for you to come back so we can eat together."

After saying that, she quickly stood up from the sofa, glanced at the clock on the wall, and frowned slightly.

"It's been so long, the food must be cold by now. You must be very tired after a long day at work. Take a rest while I heat up the food, and you can eat right away."

As Song Yuli was about to walk towards the restaurant, Nangong Yu grabbed her and forcefully pressed her onto the sofa.

"You take a rest, I'll go."

After saying that, without giving Song Yuli a chance to speak, Nangong Yu picked up the food on the table and went into the kitchen.

Seeing this, Song Yuli smiled slightly.

very nice.

She, Song Yu, must have saved God in her past life, otherwise, how could she have met such a gentle, considerate, and good man as Nangong Yu in this life?

...

"I called Mom, and she said you love spicy Sichuan-style chicken, so I tried making it. What do you think?"

As she spoke, Song Yuli picked up a chicken piece and put it into Nangong Yu's bowl, then looked at him with bright eyes.

Nangong Yu glanced at her, didn't move, but said, "Feed me."

Song Yuli: "..."

Although somewhat speechless, Song Yuli still used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken and held it to Nangong Yu's mouth: "Open your mouth."

Nangong Yu obediently opened his mouth and ate the chicken.

"How is it? I haven't cooked in a long time, so my skills have gotten a bit rusty."

Song Yu looked at Nangong Yu expectantly.

After swallowing the chicken in his mouth, Nangong Yu took a tissue, elegantly wiped his mouth, and said without any mercy, "It's a bit salty, and the meat is a bit tough."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli's face immediately fell: "I've been working on this for a long time."

Seeing her like this, Nangong Yu felt a little sorry for her, so he comforted her, "It's okay. It's your first time doing this, and you've done a great job."

"Really?"

Looking into Song Yuli's bright eyes, Nangong Yu nodded: "Mm."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli immediately laughed: "It seems I do have a talent for cooking."

...

After dinner, Song Yuli, dressed in his pajamas, sat on the bed, waiting for Nangong Yu, who was taking a shower.

Gradually, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and then Nangong Yu, wearing only a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom.

Nangong Yu was somewhat surprised to see Song Yuli sitting on the bed waiting for him.

In the past, when he came out of the shower, Song Yuli would have already crawled into bed long ago.

Despite his surprise, Nangong Yu didn't say anything.

Seeing that Nangong Yu's hair was still dripping wet, Song Yuli decisively put down his phone and took the dry towel directly from Nangong Yu's hand.

Seeing Nangong Yu looking at him with surprise, Song Yuli was a little embarrassed: "Ahem, why are you looking at me like that? Hurry up and sit down, otherwise, how am I supposed to help you dry your hair?"

Nangong Yu raised an eyebrow and sat down obediently in front of Song Yuli.