It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

The aroma of meat filled the air.

Zhu Xi first satisfied his appetite, eating and drinking to his heart's content, living a very carefree life.

Zhou Yinghuai listened quietly, processed documents, and approved reports.

The call remained connected, and no one initiated the hanging up.

Nobody wants to hang up.

Zhu Xi could occasionally hear Zhou Yinghuai's voice, but it wasn't directed at her.

Because of the distant tone, it was all business.

She listened to the secrets of the Dazhou Group, eating as she listened, and sighing to herself about her lack of business acumen.

Otherwise, she could have made a fortune just from these few rumors.

Then I can use the money I earn from my side hustle to support my dreams—how wonderful!

Unfortunately, dreams are often grand, but reality is often harsh.

Zhou Yinghuai was multitasking, issuing orders while simultaneously judging by the sound whether she was daydreaming or chewing with her cheeks puffed out.

He could even tell where Zhu Xi's gaze was from the rustling sounds she made.

Just like now, he heard the rustling of the wind.

Zhou Yinghuai could almost see a narrow crack in her dormitory window, the wind blowing in and filling the room with the fragrance of flowers.

He just delivered it this afternoon.

Zhou Yinghuai could not smell it.

He regretted it.

I regret not turning on video and instead opting for voice call.

A silent communication channel for couples has been opened.

Zhu Xi first ate two steamed buns whole to fill her empty stomach before taking small bites to savor what Le Zhishi called the ultimate delicacy.

It's really delicious.

She ate with great enthusiasm, even turning the pages of the book with a joyful air.

The rustling of pages struck a chord in Zhou Yinghuai's heart.

Zhou Yinghuai coughed lightly, his fist pressed against his lips.

Zhu Xi didn't notice, she licked her fingers, and blindly reached for the food box again.

Take a small bite into the bun, and you'll see that the meat juice has soaked the dough into a thin layer.

She let out a soft moan of satisfaction, then said coquettishly, "Zhou Yinghuai."

"Huh?" His "hmm" left Chen Nan, who was opposite him, completely bewildered.

Chen Nan looked at the dignified and refined boss across from him with a puzzled expression, and quickly reviewed the report he had just received in his mind.

No mistake was made, no mistake was made.

Zhu Xi had no idea, "How do you say braised pork in English?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "Braised pork in brown sauce."

"Oh." Zhu Xi took another bite; the diced pork was a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat, delicious and not greasy. "What about the braised pork buns?"

Zhou Yinghuai frowned, "?"

"Steamed bun stuffed with braised pork in brown sauce."

Chen Nan, unaware of the situation, assumed Zhou Yinghuai was hungry. "Brother, do you want braised pork buns for dinner? This hotel should have them. I'll order them now..."

Zhou Yinghuai waved his hand, interrupting him, and gestured for him to continue with his own business.

He then softly asked Zhu Xi, "Would you like some braised pork?"

"Hmm?" Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow. "Eating."

Zhou Yinghuai clicked his tongue.

Zhu Xi's dark eyes flickered as she continued her test on Zhou Yinghuai, "Where's the crab-stuffed orange?"

"Crab-stuffed orange? Do you make that dish?"

"Never mind whether you know or not, just tell me if you do or not!" Zhu Xi didn't believe he knew everything. "Crab-stuffed orange! Crab as in crab, brewing as in brewing wine, orange as in orange."

Zhou Yinghuai said calmly, "Stuffed orange with crab meat."

Zhu Xi was taken aback, and, still unconvinced, asked again, "Where's the Su Qiong Ye?"

She explained with a laugh, "Friendly reminder, this is a thin and crispy pastry from the ancient imperial court."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yinghuai translated almost simultaneously, "crisp leaf-shaped pastry."

"Ugh." Zhu Xi threw the tissue she had used to wipe her hands into the trash can, feeling somewhat discouraged and frustrated. "How do you know everything? This is no problem for you!"

Zhou Yinghuai looked at the tablet that Chen Nan had promptly handed over; Xiao Zhou was still seeking praise.

Instead of telling Zhu Xi the truth, he said smugly, "If I didn't have some real skills, how could I be qualified to marry you!"

The taste of meat still lingered on her fingertips, and Zhu Xi was overjoyed by this flattery.

She rubbed her fingertips together, smelled them, turned the page, and wrote a few annotations in the margin with her left hand.

Then I asked about a few extremely rare, all of which were tricky traditional Chinese delicacies.

Zhu Xi was in a good mood, so she just made things up on the spot. She had never even seen them, let alone eaten them.

Unfortunately, none of these challenges could stump Zhou Yinghuai.

She was a little unhappy, her pen hovering above the corner of the book. "What does 'Sub-a-rachnoid hem-or-rhage' mean?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "What?"

Zhu Xi read it again, this time at half the speed: "Sub-a-rachnoid hem-or-rhage".

Suddenly, silence fell over my ears.

Even Zhou Yinghuai, who was an omnipotent god and always confident and composed, was at a loss.

Chen Bei activated Xiao Zhou's voice recognition function, but unfortunately, he was a step too late and only heard the last part of the rhage.

When the AI ​​translation failed, Zhou Yinghuai felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and was plunged into confusion.

It is often said that every profession is like a mountain to climb; when it comes to professional medical English vocabulary, even experts have to humbly seek guidance.

These are the symptoms that Zhu Xi saw in the ward today.

Subarachnoid hemorrhage.

The aneurysm ruptured; the onset was so rapid that the patient was taken directly from the ward to the operating room.

This surgery is extremely dangerous, with a very high mortality rate; it is arguably one of the most dangerous emergencies in neurosurgery.

Unfortunately, Zhu Xi was not able to participate in this surgery.

Zhou Yinghuai still had no answer, and he gave up on the small boat.

Zhu Xi didn't press him further. "Sub-a-rachnoid hem-or-rhage, translated, means subarachnoid hemorrhage. Immediate surgery is required, and the procedure is a million times more complicated than the ancient Su Qiong Ye procedure."

Zhou Yinghuai was extremely impressed, and very humble, indulgent, and devout, saying, "President Zhu is amazing!"

"I'm not that great, I'm just warning you, don't get cocky, or you'll start losing hair." She was making a payment, her eyes and brows reflected brightly in the screen. "Losing hair!"

"I'll listen to my wife." Zhou Yinghuai, oblivious to everyone else, acted like a henpecked husband, staring at his wife like a statue. "Is the braised pork delicious?"

Zhu Xi glanced at the last remaining bun, "It's delicious. There's one left, but we can't finish it."

She did it on purpose.

Even though Zhou Yinghuai couldn't have her, she openly tempted and seduced him.

Zhou Yinghuai: "Wife, you just said you wouldn't let me go back."

"If I sneak back, you'll slap my butt," he added, oblivious to everyone else, "though I'm really looking forward to your reward."

Chen Nan was force-fed a mouthful of food, which made him feel choked. He tried desperately to push it down with water, but was glared at by the boss across from him.

Zhou Yinghuai picked up his phone and walked leisurely to the sofa. "Have you eaten?"

Zhu Xi is still reading. She's been putting off finishing these few pages for a week, and today she finally has some free time and wants to finish them.

I'm full.

She fell silent after hearing those two words.

Zhou Yinghuai sat on the sofa, glanced at the red lights flashing outside the window, and said, "Wife, I'm still hungry."

Zhu Xi raised her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, knowing what kind of hunger he was experiencing.

"I'm so hungry!" He shamelessly asked again, "What should I do?"

Zhu Xi: "Five minutes?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "Oh?"

"Wait five minutes, I'll go punish you!"