At 6:30 in the evening.
Xia Zhou entered the Saint Yoke Community.
He had told An Ruer in the morning that on her way back, she would stop at the market to buy some fresh vegetables, fruit, meat, and flour. She should be home by now...
Xia Zhou walked into the house, saw light from the stove through the kitchen window, and quickened his pace.
Could that girl cook?
Xia Zhou took out his key and opened the door without smelling the anticipated burnt scent.
He hung up his windcheater and hat, set down his briefcase, and embraced An Ruer from behind, looking at the vegetable soup in the pot.
"I didn't expect you to have this skill. It smells good. If I come home late in the future, you'll cook," he said.
"Hehe~"
An Ruer turned her head and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"No problem. I can prepare dinner every day. All you need to do is wash the dishes and cutlery. The joy of cooking is half lost if I have to wash dishes after."