After Meng Yuan tied Yang Yiting's apron, he quietly stared at her every move while she was cooking, as if he was looking at a beautiful scenery, which made him intoxicated and unable to move his eyes.
This was the first time he saw Yang Yiting cook with his own eyes. He supported his cheek with one hand, leaned on the wheelchair, and watched Yang Yiting cut vegetables, cook, stir fry, add ingredients, and serve dishes. All her movements were so methodical and unhurried. Such a way was the life of otherworldly humans. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
When his leg ailment was cured in the future, he would be able to travel the world with her, wash her hands and watch her make soup and other food. Just imagining it like this made him feel extremely happy.
For the first time in more than seven years, this empty Meng Mansion made him feel at home again.
