Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

At the time of demonic possession, the celestial boat sails to Luofu.

Fu Xuan was unusually spared from working overtime at the Imperial Apostle's Office today and returned home earlier than usual.

Strangely enough, Jingyuan suddenly came to the Taibu Si (a government office) near the end of the workday and gave a long lecture on the importance of balancing work and rest.

Although she didn't understand, since the leader had spoken, she, as the diviner, could only give the order to have the diviner's office close early for the day.

With that, Fu Xuan bid farewell to the empty Ministry and embarked on his journey home.

However, the moment she opened the door, she sensed something was wrong.

A familiar yet unfamiliar smell wafted from inside the house, causing her to freeze in the entryway.

The food smells delicious.

She hadn't cooked at home in a long time since she took over as the diviner of Luofu thirty years ago.

I usually eat at the Taipusi Canteen or just grab a bite at any restaurant I pass by on my way home in Jinren Lane.

At this moment, the aroma of food that shouldn't exist is wafting out of his own home.

Fu Xuan's first reaction was that he had entered the wrong door.

She took a half step back and looked around.

That's right! This is my own home.

It wasn't a hallucination.

So what exactly is this fragrance?

The aroma of scallions and garlic frying in hot oil, mixed with the sweetness of soy sauce and rock sugar simmering slowly, and a faint herbal scent, was the Angelica Chicken Soup she knew best.

This was a scent she hadn't smelled in this house for the past thirty years.

Fu Xuan stood in the entryway, his hand still on the doorknob, stunned for a full three seconds.

The image of a certain person rises in my heart.

She didn't even have time to change her shoes before hurrying towards the kitchen. Her footsteps sounded hurried in the hallway, a stark contrast to her usual calm and composed demeanor.

Upon entering the living room, her gaze passed over the dining table and landed on the kitchen doorway.

The kitchen door was half-open, and warm yellow light leaked out from the crack, while steam rose from the stove.

A figure with his back to her bent down and took a plate of steamed sea bass from the steamer. He skillfully drained the juice from the bottom of the plate, added a handful of bright green scallions, drizzled on some steamed fish soy sauce, and then poured a spoonful of boiling hot oil over the scallions.

With a sizzle, a rich aroma burst forth.

Fu Xuan stared intently at the busy figure.

After Lu Ze finished preparing the steamed fish, he turned around with the dish in his hand and came face to face with Fu Xuan, who was staring at him.

He was dressed in a casual sweatshirt, with the apron straps tied loosely at his waist, looking every bit the stay-at-home husband.

Upon seeing Fu Xuan, he was taken aback for a moment, then flashed a bright smile.

"Xuan'er, you're back. Go wash your hands first, there's one last soup, it'll be ready soon."

Fu Xuan remained silent.

She stood there, staring intently at Lu Ze, her gaze sweeping over his face inch by inch, as if trying to confirm that this was not an illusion.

She feared that if she blinked, the person before her would vanish, turning into another fleeting bubble that dissipated at dawn.

Lu Ze felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and looked down at himself: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Xuan rushed to him in three quick steps, threw himself into his arms, and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.

The force was so great that it felt like she wanted to embed herself into his body, as if if she used less force, he would disappear from her world again.

Lu Ze was knocked back half a step and quickly raised the plate of fish high above his head to prevent the soup from splashing onto Fu Xuan.

He placed the plate of food steadily on the countertop with one hand, then used his other hand to gently stroke her back.

The movements were slow and gentle, as if to soothe all the longing she had felt over the past thirty years.

"Xuan'er," Lu Ze whispered, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I'm back."