Pei Jingchuan gently carried Jiang Yuzhu to the dining table and carefully seated her in a chair. His movements were meticulous and considerate, exuding tenderness.
After sitting down, Pei Jingchuan noticed that Jiang Yuzhu's hands were trembling slightly, seemingly chilled from being busy in the kitchen. He gently held her hands, warming them with his palms.
"Are your hands cold?" Pei Jingchuan asked with concern, his gaze soft and full of love.
Jiang Yuzhu felt the warmth from Pei Jingchuan's palms and her face unconsciously flushed with a touch of red. "A little, I probably didn't notice while I was busy cooking."
Pei Jingchuan gently blew on her hands, and then held them tightly in his, providing more warmth. "Yuzhu, thank you for cooking for me today, you must have put a lot of thought into it."
Jiang Yuzhu nodded gently, her eyes revealing satisfaction. "I wanted to give you a surprise, I hope you like it."
