Time slowly slipped by, and three days later, the morning sunlight gently streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting a warm glow over Pei Jingchuan's spacious home.
On the table was a breakfast prepared by Jiang Yuzhu's own hands, simple, yet filled with the warmth of home.
Pei Jingchuan sat at the dining table, savoring Jiang Yuzhu's culinary skills at a leisurely pace.
His gaze was tender, each bite of breakfast seeming as if he was appreciating her delicate care.
"Jingchuan, how's breakfast today?" Jiang Yuzhu's voice came from the kitchen, busy with cleaning up, but her face wore a satisfied smile.
Pei Jingchuan gave a slight smile and replied, "It's good, Yuzhu. Your cooking skills are getting better and better." Despite his mouth having faced some "trials," he still offered his encouragement and praise.
Jiang Yuzhu emerged from the kitchen, holding two freshly brewed cups of coffee.
