Kitchen, bathroom, study.
Formulaicly cold and hard, absolutely black and white.
Yao Qing walked around and felt it was uninteresting, she leaned on the wall and came out.
"Your sense of aesthetics is so poor, your home's decor is like a show home. No, wait... even show homes have some decorations, your place has nothing." She even said, it didn't quite feel like a home, but more like a temporary resting place, which is why there's no need for too much decoration.
There's a bed, a sofa, all the daily necessities seem to be enough.
Yu Yanshen didn't deny it.
While Yao Qing was wandering around, Yu Yanshen poured her a cup of warm honey water, which might help with the alcohol and prevent a headache the next morning.
"Drink this first, then go take a look at the bedroom, you haven't seen the bedroom."
Yao Qing smelled the drink, found it quite sweet, and drank it.
After finishing, she turned and went to Yu Yanshen's bedroom.