heart. “If it were before, Third Young Master wasn’t a man worth entrusting your life to. But in these years you've been gone, he has completely gotten rid of those bad habits from before; as they say...Chapter 1096: Such a day, so incredibly happy.

In the room

Yisheng gently placed Wen Ping Sheng onto the bed and covered her with a blanket.

Just as I was about to turn around, my wrist was grabbed.

"Yì Shēng, will you sleep with me for a while" Wēn Píng Shēng didn't even open his eyes, his voice was thick with drowsiness.

"Did I wake you up"

Yi Sheng listened obediently and sat on the bed, taking off her slippers before lying down beside him.

"Mmm." Wen Ping Sheng burrowed into his embrace, letting out a comfortable sigh.

It's much more comfortable to sleep with two people than one.

When he first lifted her, the feeling of suddenly being airborne startled her; it was like when you're just about to fall asleep and then suddenly feel a void beneath you, like you're about to plummet off a cliff, and are jolted awake.

"Go to sleep."

Yisheng helped her pull the blanket up, tucking the hair that fell across her cheek behind her ear.

What's for dinner tonight Yisheng," Wen Ping Sheng mumbled.

Yi Sheng almost laughed, this little foodie even remembers what's for dinner when he sleeps.

"What do you feel like eating" he asked with a faint smile.

"Hotpot, how about it" her voice was a little softer.

It's summer now, and the weather is quite hot.

But Yisheng still agreed to her request, "Okay, set the air conditioner to the lowest temperature then, and wear a jacket. It's winter after all."

"Well, then let's go to sleep."

After saying that, Wen Ping Sheng fell silent.

Yisheng lightly kissed her cheek and lips, then closed his eyes to sleep.

……

He usually doesn't sleep during the day, just keeps her company for an hour and then gets up to prepare dinner for tonight.

Ixiang has lived with Wen Ping Sheng for almost half a year and already knows her dietary preferences very well.

She's not very picky, except for insect-like foods or those that look like insects, such as sea cucumbers and geoduck clams. As long as other foods are tasty, she eats them all pretty well. She's very easy to care for.

Knowing that Wen Ping likes white pepper, Yi Sheng made a pig stomach chicken soup. She used a clay pot to simmer the broth until it was milky white, planning to use it as the base for a hotpot.

Wen Ping Sheng was a carnivore. He bought her favorite fatty beef, mutton, and hundred-layer meat, and even made shrimp paste with his own hands. The chicken was slaughtered by him himself, with chicken blood and intestines, as well as some offal, which Wen Ping Sheng also liked. There were also boneless pomfret fillets and two or three greens.

She told Yisheng that because the Wen family was a wealthy family, they were very particular about what they ate. She couldn't eat things like paws and offal at home before.

When Wen Ping Sheng woke up, it was already dusk.

She glanced at the sunset outside her window and then got up from bed.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I left the room and walked to the dining room. The cold made me shiver.

Then she hurried into the kitchen, “Yisheng, why did you set the air conditioner so low … It smells so good, what are you cooking”

Wen Ping's attention was immediately drawn to the aroma that filled the kitchen.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat hot pot I turned the air conditioning down a bit, it feels like we're in a hot pot restaurant now." He wiped his hands and lightly patted her buttocks. "Go back to the room and change into something else. I'll ladle you a bowl of soup and you can sip it while you wait. We can eat soon."

"Oh, I see."

Wen Pingsheng jumped up and kissed his cheek, then turned and left the kitchen, returning to her room to put on a thin jacket.

She stood in front of the mirror, twirled around, then took a picture and posted it to her social media with the caption "So cold!"

After finishing the post, I went to the kitchen.

Yi Sheng poured her a bowl of pig's stomach and chicken soup, the color was milky white, the aroma overflowing, "Take the soup out to drink, I'll be fine soon."

Wen Pingsheng used a spoon to feed him a mouthful of soup, "How is it"

"What do you think" he countered.

She smiled brightly and left the kitchen carrying the soup.

Sitting at the table, I tasted the soup. It was sweet and savory with a hint of herbal flavor that I really liked, as well as a strong aroma of white pepper.

Wen Ping Sheng sipped her soup, watching the man in the kitchen. She felt that such a life was incredibly happy.

Just snapped a photo of pork belly chicken soup and planning to throw some dog food.

Night after night revelry: Super happy. [圖片]

After finishing the meal, I drank some soup.

Halfway through her drink, a call came in from her younger brother.

The phone had just connected, before Wen Ping Sheng could speak, Wen Yi Zhou blurted out, “Xiao Sheng, did An Yi Sheng abuse you”

"Huh" Wen Ping Sheng looked bewildered, "No, no one said he abused me."

“He doesn’t even give you enough to eat, just a bowl of soup. What else is that but abuse Also, your previous post said you were cold, what do you mean Are you sick How does he take care of you You were injured a while ago and now you're sick again, feverish aren't you Otherwise why would you be cold.” Wen Yizhou said angrily.

Wen Ping Sheng heard this and his face turned dark. He really didn't know how his younger brother's train of thought was so bizarre, and how he could randomly fill in so many outlandish plots.

“Little brother, my hand injury is almost healed, and I'm not sick.” Wen Ping Sheng clarified very seriously, “Yi Sheng and I are having hot pot tonight, at home. Yi Sheng said he’s setting the air conditioning to the lowest, so it's a little colder, because that creates a better hot pot atmosphere; Yi Sheng is preparing the ingredients in the kitchen while I'm drinking soup. He made pig stomach chicken soup, and the broth is especially delicious. I think I could drink three bowls, and then have hot pot... Oh, you’re back to Kyoto, do you miss Yi Sheng’s cooking”

After that, silence descended on the other side.

"Xiaoge" Wen Ping Sheng tentatively called out.

"Wen Ping Sheng, you're too much! You're abusing the dog!" Wen Yi Zhou angrily roared into the phone.

He thought his sister was being abused by Yi Sheng's man, but he didn't expect the two of them to be eating hot pot at home. Eating hot pot on such a hot day is simply inhuman!

Wen Ping Sheng reminded him, "Little brother, you're not a single dog anymore, you have a girlfriend."

"Don't mention Daisy to me, I'm going to be played to death by her." Wen Yizhou said this with a frustrated expression, "Do you know what she did She actually went to fight with my fans, and now my Weibo comments are in a mess. A lot of fans have unfollowed me."

"Why is she fighting with your fans" Wen Ping Sheng asked curiously.

“Daisy said I was her boyfriend on media, and then I admitted it. You know, Xiao Sheng, a lot of fans don't like the other half of idols once their relationships are made public, they even strongly oppose it. My fans are the same. They say I should marry a woman from R country, dislike Daisy, and don't recognize her as my girlfriend. Then Daisy went to fight with the fans...” Wen Yizhou complained to her bitterly.

Daisy wasn't doing it because she liked him, cared about him, or even wanted fan approval. She didn't fight with his fans out of any genuine reason. She just wanted the title of "Wen Yi Zhou's girlfriend" and was deliberately trying to cause trouble for him. and switched on the light.Seeing her drenched in sweat and looking pained, I was momentarily flustered.Herli took a deep breath and signed to him: 'It's probably... the baby's coming.'"...Lu Yin's mi...