Spring Night Kiss.

The next morning, Xu Zhouye went to the motorcade.

The fleet owner, Shen Yan, returned to headquarters. Although he was impatient to see his unscrupulous cousin, he still had to show up once he arrived at the territory.

As for someone as insignificant as Song Qingjia, he naturally continued his vacation.

She slept until she naturally woke up and found Er Gou right next to her arm. He must have sneaked in that morning when Xu Zhouye opened the door to leave.

She cuddled with the cat for a while before getting up.

The sunlight was just right, and she was about to go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients to cook.

She's usually busy with work and mostly eats takeout, but she actually quite enjoys cooking for herself. Although her cooking skills aren't great, the act of cooking itself makes her feel grounded.

She changed into a loose white T-shirt and jeans, casually tied her hair into a low ponytail, and went out with a bare face.

As soon as I stepped out of my room, the door across the hall opened as well.

Xu Wanran peeked out, her eyes lighting up when she saw her: "Sister!"

She has been living alone at Xu Zhouye's house during this period.

As for why he was alone?

Because her good brother refused to leave the other side of the street.

She had wanted to return to Jingzhou for a long time, but Xu Zhouye wouldn't allow it. At first, she was puzzled, but then she realized that with her there, he could legitimately stay at Qingjia's house.

After all, she occupied the house.

This scheming man is utterly shameless.

"Sister, where are you going?" Xu Wanran jumped out and closed the door behind her.

"I'm going to the supermarket to buy some groceries." Song Qingjia pressed the elevator button.

Xu Wanran, who had originally planned to go out, immediately changed her mind upon hearing this: "I'm going too! I'll help you carry your things!"

There weren't many people in the supermarket. Song Qingjia pushed the cart ahead, picking and choosing items.

The little girl followed behind, pushing another cart, but her attention was completely off the shelves.

Holding up her phone, she secretly snapped a picture while Song Qingjia bent down to look at the vegetables, then quickly opened Jiang Yunsheng's WeChat and sent it with a string of compliments: 【Auntie! Qingjia looks so beautiful even while buying groceries! Her profile is stunning! Her aura is amazing!】

Jiang Yunsheng replied instantly: 【Beautiful! Take more pictures!】

Xu Wanran took another picture of Song Qingjia reaching for a high shelf and sent it to her: [That waist, those arm lines, my brother is truly blessed.]

Jiang Yunsheng replied with a long string of exclamation marks.

"Ranran." Song Qingjia's voice drifted over from the front.

Xu Wanran hurriedly hid her phone in her pocket and ran over, exclaiming, "Coming, coming!"

What would you like to eat for lunch?

"Can your sister cook?"

Song Qingjia was unsure: "Probably."

Xu Wanran took it as her modesty and showered her with compliments, which warmed her heart.

In the end, the two bought some pork ribs, some vegetables and fruits, and headed home.

Back home, Song Qingjia changed her shoes, carried the groceries into the kitchen, and began to prepare. Xu Wanran followed her to the kitchen doorway, peeking in cautiously: "Sister, can I help you?"

"No need. Go sit in the living room; there are drinks in the refrigerator."

"No way, how can I eat rice for free?"

Song Qingjia chuckled: "Then go wash Er Gou's cat food bowl and water bowl on the balcony."

"Mission accomplished!"

Song Qingjia turned back to continue washing the vegetables. She was only halfway through when she heard the door open from the entryway, followed by familiar footsteps.

After dealing with Shen Yan, Xu Zhouye slipped away. Upon entering the room, he didn't see Song Qingjia, but only heard the sound of running water.

He raised an eyebrow and walked in, seeing her washing vegetables in the kitchen. He went in, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"So you're in the mood today? To cook for yourself?"

Song Qingjia didn't even turn her head: "I'll give you three seconds to let me go."

Xu Zhouye obediently released his grip and leaned against the side: "Is this for me to eat?"

Song Qingjia: "It's for the dogs."

"That's for me to eat, baby, I'm your dog."

"Clang—"

A crisp sound came from behind.

Xu Zhouye turned around abruptly and saw Xu Wanran with her mouth agape in an "O" shape. His eyes narrowed slightly.

Xu Wanran suddenly sensed a murderous aura.

Oh no, I heard something I shouldn't have.

Is her brother really this flirtatious in private...?

"Why are you still in Shanghai?" Xu Zhouye asked in a low, unreadable tone.

Xu Wanran: "?"

Didn't he ask her to stay? Why is he complaining about her now?

"I--"

"What do you mean 'you'? Go play with Er Gou, don't get in the way here." Xu Zhouye interrupted her mercilessly and slammed the glass door shut.

Xu Wanran: "???"

She cursed as she picked up the bowl that had fallen to the ground and slammed it onto the coffee table.

Er Gou was dozing off on the sofa when she scooped him up and pulled him into her arms, whispering, "Your dad is so fierce, and your mom doesn't do anything about it."

Er Gou yawned and stepped on her face with his paw.

In the kitchen, Song Qingjia stared at Xu Zhouye silently.

She's developed that habit of feeling embarrassed for others again, but the person involved doesn't seem ashamed at all; he's still shameless.

Xu Zhouye didn't feel ashamed at all. He calmly took the vegetables from his hand and continued washing them.

Song Qingjia was pushed aside, her hands empty. Watching his well-defined fingers turning the vegetable leaves under the tap, she raised an eyebrow: "You can cook?"

"No." He lowered his head to work on the ingredients in his hands, water droplets dripping from between his fingers. "I can only help you out. I'm okay at washing and chopping vegetables."

"Okay." Song Qingjia picked up the apron and handed it to him. "Then you wait for the big meal."

He didn't take the apron, but instead bent down and stretched his head over, meaning "you tie it for me."

Song Qingjia was speechless, but still went around behind him, tied the apron strap around his waist, and made a knot.

She deliberately ran her fingers along his waist, watching his body tense up for a moment.

An hour later.

Three dishes and a soup were laid out on the table, and the presentation was...

Each one is strange in its own way.

The sweet and sour pork ribs were dark in color, as if the sugar had been overcooked; the stir-fried greens were yellow; the egg in the tomato and egg drop soup had formed large clumps and sank to the bottom of the bowl, while the tomatoes floated on top.

The three people sat at the table and remained silent for a few seconds.

Xu Wanran picked up her chopsticks, hesitated, gestured above the ribs, then put them down. She looked up at Song Qingjia, her voice cautious, "Sister... is it really okay to eat this?"

Song Qingjia didn't know either.

Since she was definitely not going to try it, she could only look at Xu Zhouye expectantly.

Xu Zhouye paused, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of pork rib, and bit into it. He chewed it without changing his expression, chewed it several times, swallowed it after a few swallows.

"How is it?" Song Qingjia asked.

Xu Wanran looked at him expectantly as well.

Xu Zhouye didn't say anything, but simply picked up his water glass and took a sip.

She spoke again, her tone tinged with a helpless smile: "Honey, maybe you shouldn't go into the kitchen anymore?"