Zhong Qing couldn't help but feel curious as she watched Shen Mingzhu put sugar and tea leaves in the pot and stir-fry them slowly over low heat.

“Make milk tea.”

Watching the sugar in the pot slowly melt into caramelized syrup under high temperature, and the tea leaves sizzling, Zhong Qing couldn't help but sigh with a smile, "Mingzhu, you are such an amazing person. You always know a lot of things that we don't know."

Shen Mingzhu thought to herself that you know nothing about my strength, but she said modestly, "I usually like to study food when I have nothing to do. For me, making the food I like is a pleasant thing. Every time I make a delicious meal, I feel that all my worries and pressures are gone."

Seeing that Zhong Qing looked very interested, Shen Mingzhu asked her, "Do you want to learn?"

Zhong Qing was eager to try, "My cooking skills are not that good, I'm afraid I can't learn it."

"It's okay, this is very simple and does not require cooking skills..."

As she spoke, Shen Mingzhu handed the wooden spatula in her hand to Zhong Qing, and while teaching Zhong Qing how to fry caramel, she also told her how to control the heat and the amount of water to add.

Ten minutes later, two cups of light brown milk tea were ready.

Zhong Qing took a sip without caring about etiquette. Her light brown pupils first showed curiosity, and then her eyes narrowed.

“It’s delicious.”

Shen Mingzhu glanced at him with a half-smile, "It's a pity that you don't go into acting. You are the best actress at the Oscars."

Zhong Qing blinked her eyes, "Why do you say that?"

Although milk tea was not yet available in inland areas at that time, it had long been a street snack in Taiwan and Hong Kong.

She didn't believe that with Zhong Qing's family background, she had never drunk milk tea.

Seeing that her performance was exposed, Zhong Qing stopped pretending, "Well, I did drink milk tea, but this is the first time I make milk tea myself, and I think your method is very interesting, and different from what I have drunk."

Shen Mingzhu said: "When you encounter something unhappy in the future, you can use this method to make yourself a cup of milk tea. It will taste better if you use pure milk when adding milk."

Zhong Qing smiled and nodded.

After drinking the milk tea, Pei Yang came back from buying groceries.

After learning about Zhong Qing's food preferences, Shen Mingzhu prepared four dishes and one soup.

Honey-glazed barbecued pork, steamed spareribs with black bean sauce, steamed tofu with eggs, stir-fried choy sum with garlic, and a pot of angelica pigeon soup.

Home cooking with a Cantonese style, simple, nutritious and delicious.

While eating, Shen Mingzhu thought of the driver downstairs and asked if he wanted some food to be sent down. Zhong Qing replied that it was not necessary and that the driver would arrange it himself.

Shen Mingzhu said no more.

After dinner, Shen Mingzhu accompanied Zhong Qing in the living room to drink tea to help digest the food.

Zhong Qing watched Pei Yang clean up the dishes with great efficiency, pursed her lips and whispered to Shen Mingzhu, "Thanks to you, this is the first time I've seen a man doing housework."

Shen Mingzhu glanced at her man's tall and strong figure and explained, "He's on vacation recently and hasn't been working, so he has to do more housework."

Zhong Qing casually asked a few questions about Pei Yang's work situation, and Shen Mingzhu gave a brief explanation.

After chatting for a while, Zhong Qing stood up and said goodbye.

Shen Mingzhu sent her downstairs, and they met other residents of the family compound from time to time on the way.

Although they would usually say hello when they met, today the people in the family compound were obviously more enthusiastic towards Shen Mingzhu, and they secretly looked at Zhong Qing with curious eyes.

When they got to the Bentley, Zhong Qing held her hand and said, "Thank you for your hospitality. I don't know why, but every time I'm with you, I always feel very happy. Can I come to your house more often in the future?"

Shen Mingzhu groaned, "Then you have to call and make an appointment first. I may not be available all the time."

"I know, busy man."

Zhong Qing smiled and said something, waved goodbye to her and got into the car.

After watching the Bentley drive away, Shen Mingzhu turned around and went back.

In the past, Pei Yang always used her cup to drink water. She thought he was not picky until one day she handed him Pei Ziheng's cup and he refused to drink. Then she realized that he was not picky about the people he was with.

"Wife, what are we going to do this afternoon?"

After drinking the water, Pei Yang came up to her like a big dog and scratched her face with his chin.

Although the man shaved every day, there was still gritty stubble on his chin, which made her skin itchy.

Shen Mingzhu raised her hand and pushed his big face aside, and quickly thought of a few leisure and relaxation activities in her mind.

Finally the couple decided to go to the movies.

Chen Yi sends a lot of movie tickets every month, and a thick pile of them has accumulated at home.

When changing clothes, Shen Mingzhu took her clothes and prepared to go to the bathroom as usual. She had only taken two steps when Pei Yang grabbed her waist.

Facing her puzzled gaze, Pei Yang said confidently: "You have seen all of me, but you didn't show me. Do you have the nerve to do that?"

This work is organized and uploaded by Liujiu Book Bar~~

Shen Mingzhu: “…”

She said "I'm sorry" to the man and went to the bathroom without looking back.

When she changed her clothes and returned to the room, she saw Pei Yang lying on his side on the bed with his hands under his face, looking at her with a resentful look on his face.

Shen Mingzhu walked over with a dark smile, bent down and hooked his chin to coax him, "You can see it but you can't eat it, aren't you the one who suffers in the end?"

Pei Yang was coaxed into submission by her just two words. He sat up and put his arms around her waist, his deep voice revealing a bit of childish coquettishness.

"When exactly does it leave?"

"When it's time to go, leave."

After Shen Mingzhu finished speaking, she pushed him away, turned around, opened the desk drawer to get the movie tickets, and urged him to put on his shoes and go out.

…

Today is a weekday and there are not many people in the cinema. The two of them chose a kung fu movie imported from Hong Kong.

It was exactly 4:30 when they finished watching the movie. The two went to pick up Pei Ziheng. After having dinner outside, they went shopping in the mall and bought some autumn and winter clothes.

It was already 9 o'clock when Shen Mingzhu got home. She cut the tags off the new clothes and took them to the bathroom to soak them in salt water to prevent them from fading.

While she was getting water, Pei Yang came in with his sleeves rolled up and took over the work in her hands, "Let me do it, you go take a rest."

Shen Mingzhu didn't say anything about the man's thoughtfulness, but she felt very touched in her heart.

After coming out of the bathroom, she walked to Pei Ziheng's door.

Through the half-open door, Shen Mingzhu saw Pei Ziheng sitting at the desk doing his homework seriously. She did not go in to disturb him, but turned around and went back to her room.

If Shen Mingzhu went in, she would find that her son was seriously doing his fifth-grade homework.

…

When Feng Huiying came down, Shen Mingzhu was watering the flowers on the balcony.

"...After your friend came to your house today to help you clarify the matter, everyone in the family compound now knows that you have been wronged, and they are all cursing Jiang Jing behind her back."

In this regard, Shen Mingzhu just wants to say: You reap what you sow.

"What does your friend's family do? They must be well-off, with a car and a driver. In the past, they would have been considered capitalists."

Shen Mingzhu smiled and didn't respond.

Seeing this, Feng Huiying tactfully stopped asking about Zhong Qing's identity and started talking about Jiang Jing's gossip instead.