After knowing where Yu Jiao was, Yu Qizhe went back to his room, rinsed his mouth and washed his face, then dressed neatly and went to the kitchen.
The kitchen was steaming hot. Before I even walked in, the spicy and numbing smell hit my nose. Yu Qizhe stood outside the door against the light, looking at Yu Jiao, who was busy in front of the stove in an apron, and his eyes suddenly became infinitely gentle.
Perhaps because the sizzling sound of hot oil was too loud in the kitchen, no one noticed him.
Yu Qizhe leaned against the door frame, his eyes following Yu Jiao's figure, his peach blossom eyes were affectionate and peaceful, he thought this was where his heart was at peace.
Yu Jiao, who is busy in front of the stove, is the one he cares about in this life.
Only when she is around can he feel at ease.
The hazy smell of worldly life in front of the boiler half-hid her slender figure. Yu Qizhe's eyes were deep, wanting to engrave this warm and peaceful scene into his mind.
In this world of fireworks, we are always together.
Yu Jiao's forehead was covered with sweat due to the steam. She raised her hand to wipe it off with her sleeve, but a handkerchief was put on her cheek first, gently wiping away the sweat on her forehead and temples.
Yu Jiao raised her head and met Yu Qizhe's eyes. Her eyes were bright and clear. "Are you awake? The meal will be ready soon. I made pickled fish. Come and try it."
Because she hadn't cooked for a while, Yu Jiao wasn't sure if the taste of her food had lost its usual standard. She took a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish fillet that had just come out of the pot, and handed it to Yu Qizhe's lips, "It's a little hot, blow on it."
Yu Qizhe smiled, blew it as Yu Jiao said, and then ate the fish fillet.
"How does it taste?" Although Yu Jiao's tone was casual, there was a hint of anticipation hidden in her almond-shaped eyes.
Yu Qizhe looked at her with a smile and pinched the tender flesh on her cheek: "It's delicious. Madam washed her hands and cooked the soup for me, how can it not be delicious?"
Mrs. Song and Cook Xiao were watching this loving scene between the two under the stove, and they smiled softly with their hands covering their mouths.
Yu Jiao's face turned slightly red. She looked away and used the remaining fish head from cooking pickled fish to make a spicy fish head dish, and also cooked two vegetarian dishes.
During this time, Yu Qizhe had been standing behind her, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief from time to time. Mrs. Song was happy to see the loving relationship between the young couple, and she and the cook Xiao were very considerate and had been hiding under the stove to make a fire.
When the food was ready, Yu Qizhe helped Yu Jiao take off her apron. Seeing that her face was red from the heat, he took her hand and walked out, saying, "Go back to your room, wash your face, and change your clothes."
Yu Jiao nodded and said yes, then turned to Mrs. Song and said, "Aunt Song, I made a lot of food, so you can divide each dish into two portions, send one to our room, and leave the remaining portion for everyone to try."
"How can I do this?" Mrs. Song wiped her hands with her apron, stood up from under the stove, and hurriedly declined.
Yu Jiao smiled and said, "Qi Zhe and I are the only ones in the house, so you guys should have a share of what we cooked. I'll ask Jian Jia and Bai Lu to come over and eat with you guys later."
Mrs. Song finally agreed. After Yu Jiao and the others left, she said to Xiao the cook, "Madam is so kind. We servants are lucky enough to taste the dishes that the head of the family's mother cooks for us. It's such a blessing!"
Xiao the cook continued, "That's right. Although our Madam is young, she is really caring. Our Master looks like he doesn't want strangers to come near him, but when he sees Madam, he always has a smile in his eyes. They are very affectionate!"
Mrs. Song narrowed her eyes and smiled, nodding in approval.
Here, Yu Jiao and Yu Qizhe returned to the bedroom. Yu Qizhe asked Jianjia to fetch some hot water. He rolled up his sleeves, wrung out a wet towel and wiped Yu Jiao's face with his own hands. After wiping, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "Madam, you have worked hard in the kitchen."
Yu Jiao's pretty face turned slightly pink, and she smiled shyly. She pushed him away and said, "I'm going to change my clothes." She went to the closet to get a dress and hid behind the screen.
Yu Qizhe still had a smile on his face. He glanced at the screen and heard Lu Jin's voice coming from the yard.
"Junior brother, in broad daylight, you and your sister-in-law hid in the room..."
Yu Qizhe's smile disappeared, he opened the door and walked out, then closed the door again. He glanced at Lu Jin coldly, and Lu Jin immediately shut up and straightened up.
"I went to the side courtyard of the Wu family, but I met someone you would never expect there. I didn't get the music scores because they were stolen from me."
After hearing this, Yu Qizhe led Lu Jin to the pavilion in the courtyard.
"Who can snatch it from you?"
"Cheng Ying." Lu Jin shrugged, his expression somewhat complicated, and said disappointedly, "I still can't accept that he is the master..."
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