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Under the light of the lantern, the two of them sat facing each other, strangely cozy and warm.

Tang YiJue sensed her anticipation, but didn't fish for her appetite. Instead, he picked up a piece of meat and placed it in his mouth. He chewed it carefully, and then he said, "Very good."

It was indeed not bad. Tang Yijue tried a few other dishes, but of course he had to praise the workers.

"Then eat more." Hearing the praise, Fu Xingchen heaved a sigh of relief and started to eat.

Tang Yijue's gaze softened as he obediently picked up a few more dishes.

The two of them enjoyed a quiet meal, so the meal was exceptionally quiet.

Viscount Tang looked at Fu Xingchen, who was focused on eating, and felt his heart warm up. As soon as he entered the house, he found Fu Xingchen cooking in the kitchen. She was wearing an apron and had a short ponytail, which gave her a unique flavor.

At that moment, his quiet heart felt at ease, giving him a feeling of being called home.

However, he did not understand why there were only four dishes and one soup … Meat?

After dinner, Tang Yijue volunteered to wash the dishes. Fu Xingchen wondered if a man like him would wash the dishes, so he peeked at the door.

The man was very skilled at washing dishes. Fu Xingchen was surprised and was about to go upstairs to take a bath when Tang Yijue called out to her.

"Come in, I have something to say."

Discovered...

Fu Xingchen asked, "What did he say?"

"No need to clean the house in the future," Tang Yijue said as he rinsed his bowl with water. "There will be people here every once in a while. If it's boring, just clean our bedroom."

"I know." Originally, she had been doing the cleaning because she had nothing better to do.

"And," he put the bowl in the cupboard, "there's no need to save money for me."

Fu Xingchen wanted to say, "I don't spend your money."

However, after thinking about it, he didn't dare to say anything about a man's temper. Besides, he didn't want to waste money.

After tidying up the dishes, Tang YiJue turned to his wife, who had a serious expression on her face. He couldn't help but touch her head with his advantage in height.

A smile appeared on her pretty face. "Thank you for your hard work, Xingchen."

Fu Xingchen stared blankly at him as he ascended the stairs after he finished his sentence. He was confused as to why she was working so hard.

Is it hard to wash his hands and make his broth, or is it to clean the house, or...

She was still thinking when she suddenly thought of something and rushed upstairs.

Fu Xingchen pushed open the bedroom door forcefully, but she was still a step too late because Tang Yijue had already seen the couple's pajamas on the bed.

Fu Xingchen wanted to cover his face, but he wanted to cry but no tears came out.

"This is not mine, not... "That's laughter, that …"

Fu Xingchen didn't even know how to explain himself.

Tang Yijue wasn't in a hurry. He just stood there with a hint of interest on his handsome face.

Unable to explain...

Fu Xingchen even felt like chopping Shen Xiaoxi to death.

She had no other choice but to grab her pajamas from the bed and run out.

"I can't wear it, I'll put it in the washing machine."

How can you be so cute!

His wife was obviously still shy towards him.

However, he wasn't in a hurry.

Having experienced that small episode just now, Fu Xingchen felt a burst of awkwardness and the room felt much warmer.

She secretly decided that she must take care of Shen Xiaoxi and use him to build up the face she had just lost …

"..."

Fu Xingchen was lying on his bed after showering. He was tossing and turning, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Tang Yijue was still in his study, working on his documents. She was like a little wife waiting for her husband's return, staring at the bedroom door in silence.

Actually, Fu Xingchen was very nervous. Even though he shared a bed with Tang YiJue a few times, he had been helpless in this situation. How could he be like this … That was reasonable.