Ji Yanchen changed his shoes and glanced into the kitchen, which wasn't very messy, just disarrayed cornsilk on the cutting board.
Ji Yanchen washed his hands and took the opportunity to clean up the cornsilk on the cutting board, "What made you think of stewing soup?"
Ye Li wasn't someone who enjoyed cooking; after learning how to make porridge, she didn't pursue cooking any further.
"I'm fortifying you," Ye Li replied casually, "You've been working overtime lately. Anyway, I can work from home, so I thought I'd make soup so you can have some when you get back."
Ji Yanchen paused, casting a covert glance at her. The light fell softly on her face, casting a luminescence. Ye Li was slightly bowing her head, staring at the soup in the pot.
"It's ready." Ye Li turned off the heat, and as she turned around, Ji Yanchen pulled her into his embrace.