Tong Zhao had never met anyone more perceptive of his emotions than Shan Song. Even when he thought he was no longer so aggrieved, Shan Song remained cautious and offered appropriate comfort, treating him like a rare treasure.
The air was filled with the scent of alpha pheromones, soothing him into a drowsy state. Shan Song's deep, soothing voice was more melodious than a cello. Nestled in Shan Song's arms, it felt like hiding a treasure in the safest vault in the world—a sense of security and peace of mind.
Dan Song patted and coaxed him all the way, and seeing that he was finally sleeping more soundly, he kissed him in the same position: "Sweet dreams, baby."
Once home, Shan Song moved very carefully, afraid of waking the person.
There was one thing he thought of the same thing as Tong Zhao: Tong Zhao was a treasure he had lost and found again. He knew that although Tong Zhao was lucky enough not to be broken on this bumpy and wandering journey, she would not be so lucky every time, and she would not have the chance every time. Therefore, he had to cherish her and protect her even more.
Shan Song had to admit that he too was beginning to have weaknesses.
He also began to feel fear: fear that Tong Zhao would be bullied, fear that Tong Zhao would be unhappy, fear that Tong Zhao would be disappointed in him, and fear that his abilities were limited and he would not be able to protect him.
Shan Song leaned down and rested his head against Tong Zhao's ear, whispering a promise in their intimate embrace.
Tong Zhao's ears probably tickled from the hot breath, and she twitched cutely. Shan Song smiled mischievously and said, "Then take that as a yes."
The sleeping omega was unaware of the outrageous contract he had agreed to, and a slight smile even appeared on his lips as he drifted into a sweet dream.
Dansong smiles gently.
When Tong Zhao opened her eyes again, she was greeted by the familiar villa decor. She curled up in the blanket and thought: Home is still the most comfortable place.
With no work to do, Tong Zhao stayed in bed, unwilling to get up. While tossing and turning, he saw the little note that Shan Song had left for him. Tong Zhao paused, realizing it was a long-lost old friend.
He stretched out his arm to reach the note, unfolded it, and read: "Got scolded at work, wanting a comforting kiss from his wife when he gets home. —Shan Song"
There are also two drawn expressions: crying and kissing.
"..." The little note has started to mutate. How can such domineering words be written in such a soft and cute way?
Tong Zhao quickly got out of bed and put the small note together with the previous two.
She ran downstairs still in her pajamas.
Uncle Xu was feeding the birds in the living room. When he saw him come down, he smiled and said, "Young Master Zhao Zhao is awake. Would you like something to eat?"
"How come it looks so similar to the scene on the second day after I arrived at the villa?" Tong Zhao was lost in thought for a moment, then smiled and replied, "I'll go to the kitchen and get something to eat myself."
"Young Master Zhao Zhao wants to cook himself?" Uncle Xu asked, somewhat surprised.
Tong Zhao nodded: "I can make some desserts myself. I remember I have all the ingredients at home."
"It's for the young master, isn't it?" Uncle Xu guessed. "Call me anytime if you need any help."
"Okay." Tong Zhao replied, then leaned over to look at the birds again. The two birds had changed a lot; they were now two fluffy, cloud-like feathers, swaying as they ate.
"Still picky eaters?" Tong Zhao observed for a while, then pointed to the two little birds that were only eating Canary Island seeds and asked Uncle Xu.
Uncle Xu was very experienced: "This is a fixed quantity. They like to eat this first, and only after that will they eat millet and other grains."
Tong Zhao watched them finish eating, then cautiously reached out her hand: "Do you still recognize me?"
To his surprise, the little bird tentatively approached him and, without any resistance, hopped directly onto his hand.
Uncle Xu smiled and said, "Young Master gave the birds pheromones as soon as he got home."
"Zhaozhao!"
"Zhaozhao!"
Tong Zhao's eyes widened: "This...this was also taught by Shan Song."
"Yes, the little bird is very clever."
Tong Zhao touched the bird with delight; it was soft and fluffy. After playing with the bird for a while, Tong Zhao went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients for the dessert.
Having not made anything for a long time, and unsure if he would mess it up, Tong Zhao decided to start with what he was more familiar with. He could make a Swiss roll, cookies, and tiramisu. He also wanted to eat scones. After hesitating for a moment, Tong Zhao thought that the recipes were quite simple, so he decided to make them all together.
For the Dansong (a type of glutinous rice drink), add more sugar. The normal amount is fine for him and the others, but Aunt Lin and Uncle Xu will have the reduced-sugar version…
When Shan Song arrived home, she first smelled a sweet, cloying aroma of dessert in the air. She casually tossed the documents in her hand onto the coffee table, took off her coat as she walked, and handed it to Uncle Xu. Then she saw Omega busy in the kitchen.
Shan Song entered the room, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and then snuggled up behind Tong Zhao to hug him: "Wife? Is there anything I can help you with?"
Tong Zhao struggled to turn around with both hands raised, her hands still sticky with butter. She pushed him with her elbow, not with much force, and her voice was almost like a spoiled child: "It's okay, you can go outside and wait!"
Looking around the neatly organized kitchen, Shan Song couldn't find a suitable job. After hesitating for a moment, Tong Zhao wiped his hands and handed him a bowl of freshly baked cookies: "They're a little overcooked, but they taste alright. Go out and eat."
"..." Shan Song was pushed out the door, holding a small bowl of something that looked like a kindergarten brunch, only missing a glass of milk. He looked back at his wife with a bit of a laugh.
Tong Zhao was already focused on fighting the dough. Shan Song sighed. Was he just going to dismiss him like that? Didn't he see the note?
"Zhaozhao! Zhaozhao!"
The two little birds were let out for some fresh air, circling around the Dansong River a few times and chirping a few times.
"Your stepfather is ignoring the three of us!"
"Zhaozhao!"
"Zhaozhao!"
"Hey, you're so stupid. I've been teaching you for so long, and all you do is try to steal my wife."
"Zhaozhao!"
"..."
Tong Zhao only had one scones left to put in the oven before coming out of the kitchen.
In the living room, Shan Song was fighting with the birds for food: "My wife made this for me, go find your wife."
"Chirp!"
"You can't eat it all, but you have to try everything."
"Chirp chirp!"
"Look at your wife, she's so well-behaved, she's nothing like you."
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
The chick pecked at a single-leaf pine tree and flew away.
Tong Zhao: "..."
"Uh, husband?"
Dan Song turned around instantly, a bright smile spreading across his face: "Wife, I've lost my job."
So happy about being unemployed? You're practically beaming like a grown man...
Tong Zhao sat down next to Shan Song and asked, "What's wrong? Did you really get scolded?"
"Yeah." Shan Song nuzzled against Tong Zhao's neck. "Won't my wife comfort me?"
Tong Zhao hugged Shan Song's head and patted it, saying, "That comforts you. I made some dessert, it's in the fridge, and there's one last scone that will be ready soon."
"Anything else?" Shan Song stared intently at the person.
Tong Zhao swallowed, avoided eye contact, quickly sucked on Dan Song's chin and then pulled it back: "So what if I'm unemployed? I'll support my husband."
Dan Song's eyes darkened: "Then I'll have to live off my wife. I have no money, so I'll have to repay her with my body..."
"???"
As Tong Zhao was being hugged and kissed until she was panting, she thought: This person is utterly wicked, yet he still has to come up with a high-sounding reason.
"My scones will burn..." Tong Zhao said strugglingly as she was being carried upstairs.
"Aunt Lin is watching over things. We'll eat downstairs in a bit."
"He can still go downstairs?" Tong Zhao was very skeptical.
As it turns out, it really works, though it's only during halftime, which is two hours later.
Dan Song's reason was that he couldn't waste the dessert his wife made for him for the first time.
Tong Zhao looked at Shan Song's energetic appearance with a hint of resentment and poked him: "You deliberately got unemployed, didn't you?"
Shan Song smiled without saying a word: "Are you full? Halftime is over."
"..."
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