Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

Pei Jinhe loves cola chicken wings the most, and she can eat a whole plate by herself every time she makes them.

She had been craving this for a long time, but Aunt Wang usually cooked, so she was too embarrassed to order.

Since I had nothing to do today and could cook for myself, I naturally decided to cook whatever I wanted to eat, so I bought a Coke on my way back.

"Here it is." Number One accurately located the Coke on the table and then handed it to Pei Jinhe.

Aunt Wang was washing tomatoes when she asked, seemingly casually, "Young Madam, will the young master be home for dinner tonight?"

"I don't know." Pei Jinhe poured the cola into the pot, busy as a bee.

Aunt Wang started setting a trap for Pei Jinhe: "Why don't you call and ask the young master? If he comes back to eat, we'll make more."

Pei Jinhe thought about it and felt it made sense.

If Shen Huaiyu doesn't come back, she can do less to avoid wasting food.

Pei Jinhe brought the cola in the pot to a boil, turned down the heat, and covered the pot to simmer.

He freed his hand and dialed Shen Huaiyu's number.

The call was answered quickly.

Pei Jinhe blinked twice: "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

Instead of answering, Shen Huaiyu asked, "What is it?"

Pei Jinhe brushed a stray hair from her forehead with her fingers: "If you come back, I'll make more."

Shen Huaiyu asked suspiciously, "Are you cooking today? Where's Aunt Wang?"

"I was bored at home, so I thought I'd cook a meal for myself."

Pei Jinhe asked again, "Are you coming back tonight?"

Shen Huaiyu glanced at the empty cookie box, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Back."

Pei Jinhe's voice was light and cheerful: "Then I'll cook dinner and wait for you at home."

The phone was pressed against his ear, as if Pei Jinhe were speaking into his ear, every word too clear to be real, and his long-dormant heart began to beat with each word she spoke.

It wasn't just their ears that listened; it seemed their hearts listened as well.

He has a family now.

Shen Huaiyu's eyes darkened: "Okay."

No sooner had the phone call ended than Shen Feng came in, delivering the contract while reminding Shen Huaiyu, "Third Master, there's a drinking party tonight, don't forget."

"It's cancelled."

Shen Huaiyu said without hesitation, took the contract, signed it, and handed it to Shen Feng.

Although Shen Feng found it strange, he didn't dare to ask any more questions and lowered his head, saying, "Yes."

I haven't seen any changes in Third Master's schedule.

Why did you suddenly stop going?

Is this married man always home on time?

Is Third Master henpecked?

Shen Feng shook his head.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could someone like Third Master be henpecked?

On his way back, Shen Huaiyu saw a flower shop where white hibiscus flowers were in full bloom, their petals curling outwards to reveal the stamens inside.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he said to Shen Feng, who was driving, "Stop the car."

...

As the door was pushed open, Number One's excited voice rang out: "Master, your husband is back."

Pei Jinhe, who was watching TV: "..."

They want to dismantle its language system.

Aunt Wang couldn't stop smiling.

This little thing knows how to help others; all her hard work in teaching it was worth it.

Pei Jinhe kicked Number One with her foot: "From now on, when you see him, you should call him Third Master Shen or Young Master."

Number One refused: "No, Master, he is your husband, and you are my master. I want to call him that."

Pei Jinhe corrected, "He is your true master."

Shen Huaiyu paid for the robot vacuum cleaner.

She just made some modifications.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with saying that Shen Huaiyu is its master.

"No, you are the master, and he is your husband. For your sake, Number One reluctantly made him my second-in-line master."

Pei Jinhe felt she must be crazy, trying to reason with a string of code.

We can't talk anymore.

Shen Huaiyu changed into slippers and came in: "It's okay, let it shout like that. There's no need to argue with a robot."

As he spoke, he handed the flowers in his hand to Pei Jinhe.

The white hibiscus flowers were carefully wrapped in frosted paper, which gave them a hazy, dreamlike quality, making them appear even more ethereal and otherworldly.

Pei Jinhe paused, looked up at Shen Huaiyu, and asked incredulously, "For me?"

Shen Huaiyu lowered his eyes, his fingers tightening slightly, making a soft cracking sound as he gripped the wrapping paper: "The flowers at home are all wilting, they don't look good."

Pei Jinhe bought the flowers the day before yesterday, but hibiscus flowers have a short blooming period, opening in the morning and closing in the evening. They've been there for two days now, and they're starting to wilt.

"Thank you." Pei Jinhe took the flowers from Shen Huaiyu's hand, her fingertips touching the wrapping paper, which was delicate and slightly cool.

She placed the flowers in a vase next to the sofa, instantly adding life and vitality to the otherwise monotonous and silent black sofa.

Pei Jinhe smiled and asked, "How about putting it here?"

Shen Huaiyu nodded: "Okay."

In the past, there would never have been flowers where he lived.

Looking at it now, it seems pretty good.

Aunt Wang brought the food to the table: "Young Master, you and Madam, please wash your hands and eat."

Today's dishes are very plentiful, with excellent color, aroma, and taste; the smell alone is enough to whet one's appetite.

"Young Master, these cola chicken wings, tomato and potato stew with beef brisket, and stuffed green peppers were all made by the Young Madam," Aunt Wang urged. "Try them quickly."

Shen Huaiyu picked up a piece of potato with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

The potatoes are soft and absorbent, with a tender and glutinous texture and a sweet and sour flavor that whets the appetite.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This young lady is really good at cooking.

They can develop robots, make cookies, and even cook.

Pretty versatile.

Pei Jinhe's breathing softened, her heart leaping into her throat: "How does it taste?"

I wonder if this young master, who is used to eating delicacies, would even appreciate the simple home-cooked meals she makes.

Shen Huaiyu swallowed the food in his mouth, his eyes warm: "Not bad."

Pei Jinhe breathed a sigh of relief.

Delicious will do.

It seems her cooking skills haven't declined.

"You guys eat, I won't bother you anymore."

Aunt Wang looked like she had bumped into something, and she didn't even eat her meal. She quickly walked towards her room, thinking she should report the good news to the old lady as soon as possible.

This is a whole bowl of dog food.

We can't just let her eat by herself.

Shen Huaiyu ate his meal slowly and deliberately: "Did you specifically study cooking?"

Even when eating, the young masters raised by wealthy and powerful families are a pleasure to behold.

Pei Jinhe slowly ate a chicken wing: "I learned it from my grandma when I was in the countryside."

When she was learning to cook, her grandmother told her, "Learning to cook is not for others, but so that our little Jinhe can live well even if she is all alone and can have a hot meal."

Shen Huaiyu paused for a moment, then changed the subject: "Let's have lunch together tomorrow. I'm telling you in advance this time."

"What if someone sees us?" Pei Jinhe licked the sauce off the corner of her lips.