I was in a daze for a long time before I fully came to my senses.
Fu Yanshen seemed to have fully recovered, completely different from the dejected and gloomy person he was when he had his attack yesterday. He even teased me on purpose just now, and... laughed.
I was even more surprised when he asked me to go grocery shopping with him.
In the past, when I asked him to go grocery shopping with me, I couldn't get him to come.
He thought it was a waste of time, and that we didn't need to go grocery shopping ourselves, since we had a nanny.
But at that time, all I wanted was to live an ordinary, mundane life with him and experience the joys of everyday life together.
"You don't want to go? Then you can just eat bread today."
Fu Yanshen's voice brought me back to my senses. I looked up and saw him with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, glancing at me with an indifferent expression.
A pair of dark eyes, yet faintly revealing... anticipation.
I quickly threw off the covers and got out of bed.
I'm afraid that if I upset him, he'll have another episode.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, at 9:30 a.m. London time. With an 8-hour time difference, families across China are already having their New Year's Eve dinner at this time.
Mom and Dad will definitely not enjoy their New Year's Eve dinner...
I brushed aside these annoying thoughts, washed up, changed my clothes, and quickly went downstairs.
Fu Yanshen was already waiting for me by the coat rack.
Unlike his usual sophisticated business attire in a suit and tie, today he wore a black Canada Goose mid-length workwear-style down jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of dark brown leather ankle boots.
His very short hair was casually styled with gel, giving it a three-dimensional look and a cool, slightly rebellious vibe.
As I approached, he picked up a red down jacket from the hanger and handed it to me.
I was stunned; this wasn't mine.
"It's cold today," he said casually, looking at me.
I put on a red down jacket, also from the Canada Goose brand.
Why does it look like he's wearing the same style as her?
Fu Yanshen raised his hand and casually pulled my long hair out from under my clothes. His rough fingers accidentally touched the back of my neck, carrying a strong masculine scent.
I casually tied my hair into a high ponytail.
When I looked up, our eyes met. He was looking at me with a faint smile on his lips. His eyes lit up, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.
"They're gone."
I was wondering what was going on when he led the way out the door.
Looking at his tall and handsome back, I couldn't help but curl up the corners of my lips and quickly followed.
A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class was parked outside the lawn. Fu Yanshen opened the passenger door, walked around the hood, and got into the driver's seat.
Today, he personally drove me to a well-known large Chinese supermarket in the area. Most of the people who come here to buy groceries are Chinese, and they have all kinds of Chinese ingredients, grains, oils, and seasonings.
He pushed the shopping cart, and I was in charge of picking out the ingredients.
When I was studying abroad, he would go out to buy groceries, and I would shamelessly follow him. At that time, I didn't know how to cook, so I would just watch him choose the ingredients.
After I selected the finest Wagyu beef steak, I found the shopping cart was still there, but he was gone.
“Fu—”
I was terrified and about to shout, afraid that he would have another attack.
I saw him walk over from the fruit section, carrying a box of cherries with two boxes of strawberries on top, which are my favorite winter treats.
I felt a sweet warmth in my heart.
Just like buying New Year's goods, we returned home with our bags full.
Back at the villa, we began preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.
Fu Yanshen is the head chef, and I'm responsible for assisting him.
Soon, the kitchen was filled with smoke and flames, and the man stood by the stove, tossing the pot with the skill of a hotel chef.
Although I learned to cook after we got married, his cooking skills have always been better than mine.
When I was studying here, I was also attracted to his down-to-earth, family-oriented nature beneath his cool exterior.
However, he almost never cooked after getting married.
The steamed Australian lobster was ready. I sprinkled it with minced scallions, ginger, and garlic, and he held the pot and poured hot oil over it. "Sizzle, sizzle," and the aroma of scallions, ginger, garlic, and seafood filled the air.
"The fur coat is shiny!" I clapped my hands and exclaimed happily.
Through the white smoke, Fu Yanshen looked at me, a slight smile playing on his lips. In an instant, he walked back to the stove.
A sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner with meat, seafood, and vegetables was served. I thought we could start eating, but Fu Yanshen pulled me to make dumplings together.
It's a pork and pickled cabbage filling that my dad and I eat every Lunar New Year's Eve.
After making dumplings, we ate our New Year's Eve dinner while listening to the Spring Festival Gala being rebroadcast in China.
He was going to open the wine bottle, but I didn't let him.
His wounds haven't healed yet, so he can't eat alcohol, seafood, or anything like that. I told him to eat less of those.
In my past life, we always ate New Year's Eve dinner at the Sheng family's house. Fu Yanshen would always arrive at the last minute. After eating, he would hide in his father's study to continue working overtime. He was very reluctant to spend the New Year at my parents' house.
When he was about 60% full, Fu Yanshen went to cook dumplings, but when he came back, there was only one serving.
"Didn't you ask me to wrap this? Why aren't you eating it?" I asked curiously.
"I don't like it," he said casually.
“You love the dumplings Shi Xia makes.” I blurted out, remembering the time I bumped into Shi Xia making dumplings for him.
Fu Yanshen raised an eyebrow, looked at me, and paused, as if recalling something.
“That time… I didn’t eat any.” He said calmly, “After my mother passed away, I haven’t eaten dumplings, no matter who made them.”
I was surprised by what he said.
Before, I thought he just didn't like the dumplings I made because he was impatient with me, and that he liked Shi Xia because he was willing to eat the ones she made...
"Your mother..." I asked cautiously, my curiosity piqued.
Could his mental illness be caused by the sadness and depression he experienced after losing his mother at the age of five?
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