The villa's code had been changed by Zhou Jingwei to her birthday, and on the first day she moved in, Zhou Jingwei also entered her fingerprints into the system.
After entering the door, the house was, unsurprisingly, very quiet.
Cheng Weiyue saw her slippers at the entrance, which seemed to have been washed again, as clean as if they had just been taken off their tags.
She put on her slippers and went upstairs to arrange her luggage before heading to the kitchen.
Having eaten so many meals made by Zhou Jingwei, she had not yet formally cooked for him.
Cheng Weiyue thought that making dinner that day would be a way to return the favor.
The fridge was fully stocked with ingredients, so Cheng Weiyue took out some basic vegetables and fresh meat.
She didn't know how to handle seafood and could only use these ingredients.
It was still early, and she had an afternoon ahead of her to prepare slowly.
