The sunlight silently penetrates the window lattice and sprinkles the entire kitchen as gently as silk threads, coating every corner with a layer of golden glow and covering this quiet space with a warm gauze.
In this kitchen full of warmth and light, Ye Qingliu is busy working with full concentration.
He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and an apron, his hair was a little messy, but his eyes revealed concentration and passion.
Holding a spatula, he skillfully stir-fried the ingredients in front of the steaming stove. Each stir-fry was just right and emitted an enticing aroma.
The pots and pans seemed to come alive in his hands, making clear and pleasant sounds, which echoed with the occasional bird calls outside the window, forming a harmonious and vivid picture.
As soon as Qi Zhetao went downstairs, he smelled the delicious aroma of food. When he came to the kitchen, he saw Ye Qingliu busy at work.
The sunlight streaming through the window onto his body adds a touch of softness and warmth to his focused and serious figure. This kitchen, filled with sunshine and youthful energy, becomes the most moving scenery on this ordinary day.
"Good morning, young master."
Qi Zhetao’s inner thoughts: I was a little doubtful that I had come to the wrong place just now. At that moment, the sunlight was just right, and the young master really looked like a married woman!
"Good morning."
Ye Qingliu also responded to him.
"Young Master, do you need my help?"
"No, just sit here."
"When I'm done, just go call them."
"OK".
Qi Zhetao poured himself a glass of milk, sat down and drank it slowly, his eyes unconsciously falling on the busy people in the kitchen.
Qi Zhetao felt a strange feeling as he listened to the pleasant sounds in the kitchen. It was a voice that appeared when one was most hungry. Someone was cooking a meal for you.
He took a quick bite of the soft bun; it was warm. Qi Zhetao rarely had a proper hot meal. On weekdays, he either ordered takeout, ate out, or made do with instant noodles.
He had no desire to eat a hot meal. He seemed to have become accustomed to swallowing cold food mouthful by mouthful. As long as he didn't starve to death, it would be fine. However, when he took this bite, he had a different feeling.
He had no parents, and when he saw other families gathered together on New Year's Eve, the warm light of the fire danced in his eyes. He didn't know what it felt like, but he felt that they were so happy and blessed.
"It's delicious, young master, thank you."
He heard his own voice say this.
When Ye Qingliu heard his evaluation of his cooking skills, he said, "Then eat more."
"OK………"
Qi Zhetao ate the hot meal. He had never felt so warmed by a meal before. It was really delicious. He really wanted to take Ye Qingliu home...
If only he could have met Ye Qingliu earlier...
Ye Qingliu picked up the carrot and prepared to cut it into shreds, but he accidentally slipped and the blade cut his finger, and blood slowly slid down his finger.
But Qi Zhetao still heard the noise in the kitchen and ran over nervously. As soon as he came in, he found that Ye Qingliu was injured.
"Young Master, does it hurt?"
"Let me bandage you up."
"Don't bother. I can just rinse it with water."
As he said this, he was about to turn on the faucet to rinse himself with water, but Qi Zhetao grabbed his hand.
"Can't."
Qi Zhetao said firmly, and tore off a piece of cloth from the corner of his clothes to help him stop the bleeding in time.
"Thanks."
"Then you sit down and rest, and leave the rest to me."
"Actually... I can still go on."
"But your hand is injured, it's not easy to operate."
Ye Qingliu felt helpless: He just accidentally cut his finger, it’s not like his hand is disabled, right?
"So, can you cook?"
Ye Qingliu's words stumped Qi Zhetao.
It seems... not really... It's edible, but whether it tastes good or not is hard to say...
"Let me command you."
This is the situation in the kitchen. Ye Qingliu was sitting there directing Qi Zhetao like an old man, while Qi Zhetao was busy and flustered...
But it’s better to do it well...at least the appearance is still good...
When the others woke up, they saw Ye Qingliu and Qi Zhetao sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.
The scene is very warm, with the two of them chatting and laughing.
Although Qi Zhetao was the one talking most of the time, Ye Qingliu was listening to him attentively. However, Ye Qingliu would occasionally reply to Qi Zhetao and pick up some food for him from time to time...
"When did they become so close?"
This is Han Qi who just woke up and asked the question with a look of surprise on his face.
I feel like I slept until I woke up naturally... Did I miss something...
Yan Yi quickly finished and walked down, greeting them enthusiastically. After they responded to him, they continued the topic they had not finished.
Yan Yu wanted to interrupt...but found that he couldn't seem to get in on the atmosphere...
Yan Yu had no choice but to eat his meal there in silence, while Hua Jinyue and Han Qi listened to their conversation quietly and would occasionally say a word or two.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Jiang Ju lazily turned over and climbed out of bed. Found that he was wearing clean clothes, he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After Jiang Ju finished tidying up, he went downstairs and saw He Yifan lying and sleeping on the sofa... He still had some memory of being drunk yesterday, but it was not very clear. He should not have done anything too excessive.
Jiang Ju picked up He Yifan, who was sleeping on the sofa, and went upstairs. He Yifan opened his eyes in a daze and found himself lying in Jiang Ju's arms.
"Put me down, I can walk on my own."
Jiang Ju ignored his words and took him to the bed in the room and threw him a set of clothes.
"Pack up and go out."
Then Jiang Ju consciously closed the door and went out.
"What's he up to? He's drunk and still can't sober up!"
He Yifan picked up the clothes in a daze and went to the bathroom.
When he was done, Jiang Ju was already waiting for him downstairs.
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