Evening.
Lu Beichen returned home and immediately smelled the delicious aroma of freshly cooked food.
As he walked inside, he saw her wearing white casual clothes, a light pink apron, her hair softly pulled back, tasting the soup.
The cold house instantly felt like home, and Lu Beichen hung up his coat and walked toward her.
Hearing the sound, Ji Niandong asked in surprise, "Didn't you say you'd be back in half an hour? Why so early?"
"What are you making?" Lu Beichen walked over and took a glance, corn and rib soup; the aroma filled the room.
Ji Niandong put the lid on and pushed him out of the kitchen, "Go change, wash your hands for dinner. The soup isn't ready, but you can start eating!"
No matter how tiring the day was, fatigue disappeared completely in this moment; someone waiting at home after work feels so comforting.
Lu Beichen smiled, turned to the bedroom, and soon returned in casual clothes, a striped t-shirt with relaxed pants, still looking elegant and tall.
