***
Mai Xiaomai lowered her head in contentment and drank the last drop of soup with great gusto. She said to Auntie Zhang, "This soup is not bad, keep making it tomorrow."
"Of course, young mistress."
Auntie Zhang happily collected the bowl.
Qiao Chutian realized that he had been hoodwinked and deceived by her once again. He was so frustrated that he glared helplessly, but could only plan to punish her properly once they went to bed later.
They both went upstairs.
Each took a shower.
After her shower, Mai Xiaomai came out to find that the room's lighting had been turned to an exceedingly romantic warm tone, and the nearby player was emanating extremely soothing romantic music.
Chutian was half-reclining on the bed.
His black robe was intentionally left untied, hanging loosely on his body, revealing his strong and shapely abdominal muscles, and those long legs, one stretched out on the bed, the other propped up.