The sun set, and the sky, which should have been filled with sunset glow, suddenly became gloomy. Thick dark clouds surrounded the sky in an instant, and soon pressed down again. Within a few moments, heavy rain began to fall.

At that time, Song Lianqing was sitting on the sofa at home and browsing the CP super chat. When he heard the sound of rain, he immediately put down his mobile phone and ran to the window to close it. Qi Xiangyu in the kitchen turned down the fire, ran upstairs to bring the clothes on the balcony into the house, and closed the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony.

"Are your clothes wet?"

Song Lianqing rushed over and found Qi Xiangyu hanging clothes on the clothes hanger indoors, so he went over to help. Qi Xiangyu avoided his hand and said, "Fortunately, just hang them indoors and turn on the dryer for a while and they will be dry."

As Qi Xiangyu was talking, he noticed that Song Lianqing wanted to take some clothes and put them on the hanger, so he quickly reached out and snatched them away, frowning and saying disapprovingly, "Don't interfere, it's not a big deal, go and help me check if the soup base in the kitchen is ready, and if it's ready, turn off the fire and I'll serve it, it's very hot, don't serve it yourself, or you'll hurt yourself."

Seeing Qi Xiangyu like this, Song Lianqing felt a little amused, so he said with a smile, "I know, I know, I'll listen to you. I'll go downstairs now, you come down quickly, I'm starving."

"Okay, just five minutes."

Qi Xiangyu looked back at Song Lianqing, and after saying this, he turned around and continued to hang clothes. After Song Lianqing went downstairs, he went straight to the kitchen. Seeing that the soup base was boiling, he reached out to turn off the fire. He did not touch the pot, but brought the meat and vegetable dishes to the dining table.

When Qi Xiangyu went downstairs, Song Lianqing had just brought out the last plate of tripe and fatty beef. When Qi Xiangyu saw him serving the dishes, he unconsciously quickened his pace. Seeing this, Song Lianqing hurriedly said, "Hey, the soup base is in the kitchen? Go get it."

Qi Xiangyu heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Song Lianqing's words. He reached out and rubbed his head. "That's right, but next time you should not do these housework. You have to be on camera. Don't run to the kitchen. The smell of oil smoke is not good for your skin. Do you understand?"

"I see. Why are you acting like an old man?"

Song Lianqing put the dishes on the table, looked at Qi Xiangyu with a smile, and couldn't help teasing him. Qi Xiangyu was stunned for a moment after listening to his teasing, then smiled and leaned over to kiss Song Lianqing's lips, and whispered, "Yes, I am your little old man."

Song Lianqing was stunned for a moment, his ears and cheeks turned red. He reached out and pushed Qi Xiangyu, and said angrily, "You are so annoying. Hurry up and bring out the soup base. I am almost starving to death."

Qi Xiangyu chuckled softly, then walked into the kitchen and brought out the soup base. Song Lianqing sat at the dining table, thinking about what Qi Xiangyu had just said, and suddenly felt his heart beating faster. He never expected that after all these years, he could still be aroused by Qi Xiangyu. It was really... embarrassing.

Qi Xiangyu brought the soup base to the induction cooker on the dining table, turned on the fire and began to wait. Song Lianqing looked up at him who was busy, and a look of happiness flashed in his eyes.

"Wife, you should eat more. Although career is important, health is more important."

Qi Xiangyu said as he served Song Lianqing a bowl of soup, and then put the vegetables into the boiling soup and ate them while they were cooking. Song Lianqing nodded, smiled, scooped a spoonful of soup with a spoon, blew it to his mouth, and then took a sip. The rich bone soup was mixed with the aroma of chicken and the fragrance of mushrooms, and it was very delicious.

“It tastes really good.”

Song Lianqing nodded with emotion, then took another sip, his eyes lit up. Seeing this, Qi Xiangyu smiled unconsciously and put the cooked meat in his bowl, "Eat more, be nice to yourself."

"After eating these things, I wonder how long it will take to burn off the extra calories?"

Song Lianqing sighed as he put meat into his mouth. Qi Xiangyu sat down with a smile, picked up some more food for him, and said, "It's okay, we can exercise together, just one night."

"Get lost!"

Song Lianqing's angry shouts and Qi Xiangyu's laughter were instantly heard in the restaurant. The two of them were eating hot pot on this rainy night, which was quite comfortable.

On this side, Qin Nian, who was sleeping in a daze, turned over and rolled into Mu Qingji's arms again, grabbed his hand and hugged him, then continued to sleep.

Mu Qingji gently rubbed his head with his other hand. Just as he was about to say something, there was a knock on the door. He paused, carefully withdrew his hand, got off the bed, and walked towards the door outside the bedroom.

"Hello sir, here's your takeaway."

As soon as the door opened, the delivery guy, who was soaked by the rain, took out two intact takeouts from his arms and handed them to Mu Qingji. Mu Qingji paused, took the takeout, said thank you. The delivery guy nodded, replied, "Enjoy your meal," and turned and left.

Mu Qingji closed the door and turned around to see Qin Nianqing, who had just come out in a shirt, rubbing his eyes by the door. He walked over with the takeaway and frowned, "Guoguo, you'll catch a cold easily if you keep doing this. Go in and put on some pants, hurry up."

"Brother, the delivery guy seems to have been drenched by the rain. Give him a tip or something."

Even though Qin Nianqing was pushed away by Mu Qingji, he did not forget to turn back and ask him. Mu Qingji nodded and did not say much, which meant he agreed.

Qin Nianqing went into the house and changed her clothes. Mu Qingji put the intact takeaway on the coffee table, picked up his phone and gave the delivery boy a 200 yuan tip.

The 200 yuan reward was not because Mu Qingji was stingy, but because the highest reward on the platform was only 200 yuan. If he had not been afraid of hurting the other person's self-esteem, he would have directly stuffed a stack of money into the other person's hand.

Delivery guy: Bro! You might as well give me a wad of money? I'm not being vulgar, I just want to know how generous you are.

Qin Nianqing changed her clothes and went out to have dinner with Mu Qingji. If it hadn't rained suddenly, they would have planned to go out to buy some groceries and cook. But it didn't matter now, at least they wouldn't go hungry.