"Hey!" The butler excitedly came downstairs.

Shen Zhiyi brought up a plate of pastries.

"Young Master, you wanted to see me?" She put down the pastries, stood there clutching the hem of her dress, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed with joy.

Fu Yinzhou's gaze lingered for a moment on the tips of her fingers that were gripping the hem of her dress, before returning to her face.

Are you so happy to let her go upstairs?

He remembered what he had just heard her say downstairs.

"I only wanted to cook for him."

His sinister brows flattened slightly, and his usually tense expression relaxed a little.

The gloom in my eyes has faded.

He pushed the wheelchair closer.

What are you doing?

Shen Zhiyi immediately opened the lid. "It's smoked salmon and avocado eggs Benedict, and salted cherry blossom and white peach mousse."

Fu Yinzhou's gaze fell on the mousse.

His gaze darkened slightly.

Why cherry blossoms?

Shen Zhiyi blinked. "The housekeeper said that the young master rarely leaves the house, and he rarely even goes downstairs."

"The spring sunshine outside is just right."

"I want the young master to taste the flavor of spring."

Fu Yinzhou seemed stunned.

My memory suddenly went backward.

He recalled his days in the orphanage.

Once, he fought with other children for food and was beaten by them and locked in a cage.

Zhizhi secretly picked some flower petals from outside and brought them back for him.

"You didn't know, did you? Some flowers are edible." She smiled brightly and handed him the only food she could find.

"Try it, it's so sweet."

"You know, this flower isn't easy to find, but while I was looking for it, I kept telling myself that I was going to give it to you to eat, and guess what! Hey! It suddenly appeared!"

"This means that even God thinks you should try this flavor."

"The taste of survival."

He chewed on the flower petals, but it wasn't very effective.

But that smile, sweeter than any flower, was deeply etched in his mind.

And now...

He had been in his own dark well for too long.

I've long forgotten the changing of the seasons.

I've long forgotten what it feels like to live a good life.

Fu Yinzhou looked at the beautiful plating and the aroma of salty and sweet flavors, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

My long-dormant appetite was inexplicably awakened.

He twitched his fingertips, then suddenly looked up at Shen Zhiyi.

He gave the order in a slightly cold tone.

Turn around.

Shen Zhiyi immediately turned around, her back to him.

Fu Yinzhou picked up the knife and fork.

He looked around and first tried the smoked salmon.

The fork spun nimbly, coating all the ingredients with a little bit of sauce.

The moment it enters your mouth, the delicious meat melts in your mouth.

A variety of rich and harmonious flavors burst forth between the lips and teeth in an instant.

The smoothness of the poached egg, the slightly tart and milky aroma of the Hollandaise sauce, the creaminess of the avocado, the richness of the smoke, and the caramelized and crispy texture of the muffin at the bottom.

The sounds blended into a wonderful symphony, which made his eyes light up slightly.

Without realizing it, I ate a few more bites.

In the end, he didn't even know when he put down his knife and fork.

Hold the bread slice directly, smear it with the last bit of sauce on the plate, and roll it up into your mouth.

Chewing and swallowing.

She even pursed her lips, seemingly still wanting more.

When it's all over.

Fu Yinzhou stared blankly at the spotless plate.

He looked up and glanced at Shen Zhiyi's back.

She remained standing there obediently, without changing her posture.

His gaze swept over her old-fashioned uniform, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

The maids at the villa all seemed to be quite old.

Their uniforms didn't seem to suit her.

The color scheme is grayish and dull.

It was completely different from the look on her face.

She should wear brighter, cuter clothes that suit her age.

Fu Yinzhou suddenly lowered his gaze.

A self-examination surfaced in his dark eyes.

He had only just met her.

Why do I feel that she has a certain charisma?

Why should we care what she wears?

Fu Yinzhou attributed all of this to his own aesthetic sensibilities.

Yes, aesthetics.

His eyes turned cold again as he picked up a spoon and began to scoop out the mousse.

The sweet fruity aroma and slightly bitter herbal notes bloom gently on the lips and teeth, unexpectedly blending into a sweet but not cloying taste. The moment you swallow, a cool aftertaste remains on your tongue.

It makes people unconsciously want to try it again and again.

He ate it all.

"Young Master, have you finished eating?" Shen Zhiyi asked softly when he heard the sound of the knife and fork falling.

Fu Yinzhou stopped moving.

I picked up the water glass and took a small sip.

The desire for delicious food ultimately overcame the slight embarrassment in my heart.

"Hmm." He made her turn around.

He asked casually, as if it were nothing more.

Shen Zhiyi suppressed the smile in her eyes.

She slightly raised the corners of her lips and shook her head, saying, "No more."

"Lunch is almost here, so you'd better save some room for lunch."

The air suddenly went still for a moment.

Fu Yinzhou pursed his lips, and the sinister chill that had just dissipated slowly crept back up.

He was rejected.

She was rejected by a maid sent by the Fu family.

She defied him and even tried to teach him how to eat.

Fu Yinzhou's face was grim.

It was about to erupt.

But Shen Zhiyi said, "However, after lunch, I will prepare sweet soup and snacks for you."

“They’re all sweet,” she added.

Fu Yinzhou's tense shoulders relaxed.

He looked up.

He met her smiling, crescent-shaped eyes.

The warmth and soft light flowing from inside suddenly stung him.

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