After waiting for about ten minutes, Zhang Xueying emerged from the kitchen, carrying several bowls of fragrant dishes.
"Chen Yang, sorry to keep you waiting. I got off work a bit late today, which delayed things," Zhang Xueying said apologetically.
"No problem, it was just a short wait." Chen Yang smiled faintly, not minding the small matter.
As he looked at the slightly exhausted Zhang Xueying, a trace of empathy flashed in his eyes.
Knowing it was just the two of them tonight, Chen Yang stood up and directly embraced Zhang Xueying.
Zhang Xueying, startled by Chen Yang's sudden hug, froze for a moment.
"You've worked hard, Xueying."
Before she could react, Chen Yang leaned in and whispered in her ear.
Zhang Xueying felt as if she were melting on the spot, and her entire body leaned into Chen Yang's arms.
"It's not hard, Chen Yang. It's just a meal—no big deal," Zhang Xueying said, moved.
