Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

Han Yue got up and went to the kitchen, took off his watch and handed it to Lan Yunxi. Lan Yunxi took the watch and put it in her pocket, then followed him into the kitchen.

"You may all leave." Several servants in the kitchen, who were preparing dinner, probably thought it was about time, were all dismissed by Han Yue.

Maid: "Yes, young master."

Lan Yunxi followed eagerly behind, asking, "What can I do?"

Looking at the dishes on the bar, I couldn't help but click my tongue in amazement. They were so well-organized! Su Yu had even categorized the dishes, putting meat dishes in one row and vegetable dishes in another. Even the accompanying condiments were arranged neatly.

Han Yue thought to himself, "Even the most disciplined people wash vegetables in the same way."

A person's character can actually be discerned from their daily habits and manner of speaking.

The plates in front of us are so precise, it's almost as if we're measuring them with a ruler. The distance between each dish is roughly the same.

Han Yue looked away from the bar, rolled up his sleeves, and Lan Yunxi took an apron from the hook, put it around Han Yue's chest, tied a bow behind him, and smiled as she looked up. "All done."

"Xiao Xi, go wait outside." After tying up his apron, Han Yue shooed her away.

"I'm not going. I want to watch you cook. You look especially handsome when you cook." Lan Yunxi stubbornly insisted on staying in the kitchen, smiling playfully, and had no intention of leaving.

Meeting the girl's determined gaze, Han Yue had no choice but to give in and let her do as she pleased. "Stay away from me!" Oil doesn't discriminate; it wouldn't be good if she got hurt.

Han Yue gave detailed instructions again and assigned positions, "You can stand in this position when I'm chopping vegetables, and you stand in that position when I'm putting the hot oil into the pan."

He pointed to a corner, which was the safest spot farthest from the pot.

Lan Yunxi was afraid that Han Yue would be worried about her if she didn't agree, so she nodded hurriedly, gave an OK sign, and obediently replied, "Okay, okay, I promise to cooperate."

Seeing her nod, Han Yue felt relieved and turned on the tap to rinse the already clean bowl again. Then he took the cutting board and chopped vegetables. His movements were skilled and his speed was extremely fast, making him look like a professional chef.

Everything is ready; time to cook the first dish.

Lan Yunxi wasn't idle either. She picked up her phone, turned on the camera, and kept taking pictures of Han Yue's handsome pose, a happy smile on her lips.

After taking a shower, Han's mother put on a casual tracksuit and came to the living room. She saw her son and daughter-in-law in the kitchen. One of them was cooking seriously, with a smile on his face from time to time, while the other was busy taking pictures from various angles.

The scene was beautiful, and even Han's mother couldn't help but smile. Han Guoguo stretched and said, "Why don't we just let my brother and Xixi get married right here?"

"Your brother knows what he's doing, so don't give Cancan oranges next time," Han's mother reminded her. It's fine at home, but if they get oranges everywhere outside, it's hard to clean up and quite troublesome.

It's fine to like children, but you can't spoil them without limits. For example, Can Can's habit of squeezing oranges is not good and needs to be corrected by parents.

As for when their son will get his marriage certificate, the young couple has their own plans, and Han's mother does not intend to interfere or urge them.

Because Lu Jie and Yu Ge raised her and her brother in a laissez-faire manner when they were young, and they didn't grow up to be bad kids, Guo Guo also adopted a laissez-faire approach to disciplining her son. Hearing her mother say this, Han Guo Guo also felt that she should help her son correct his bad habits. "OK."

Su Yu followed up on Guo Guo's words, "Mom, I will talk to Can Can."

Han's mother nodded, took the child from Su Yu's arms again, and told Su Yu to rest, "Let me do it."

A moment later, Han's father's voice came from the doorway, "Has Xixi arrived?"

Before even entering the door, he asked if his daughter-in-law had arrived yet, showing that Mr. Han was also very eager for Xixi to come to the capital. Han Guoguo replied, "She's here, cooking with her brother."

"That's great! Why did Xiaoyue decide to cook today?" Han's father looked at the two people in the kitchen with satisfaction.

Han Guoguo said proudly, "Because I want to eat the salt and pepper ribs that my brother makes."

"Oh, so it was you who wanted to eat it. I thought your sister-in-law wanted to eat it. Your brother still loves you very much. Come here, let Grandpa give you a hug."

He took the child from Han's mother's arms, then turned around and saw that his wife had already changed her clothes. He was a little puzzled, as his wife usually didn't shower immediately after coming home; she always showered before bed. "Did Can Can pee on you?"

Han's mother: "No, I just had a little orange juice on me."

Mr. Han was certain that this was also the little guy's doing. "He got Grandma's clothes dirty, huh? Huh? You little rascal."

Su Can was amused by Han's father and giggled. In an instant, the entire living room was filled with Guo Guo's unrestrained, innocent, and adorable smile.

Everyone smiled along with the child's infectious laughter.

In the kitchen, Han Yue would have Lan Yunxi taste each dish he cooked. Only when the girl said it was okay would Han Yue serve the dish, prioritizing the girl's taste above all else.

An hour and a half later, Su Yu went into the kitchen. His father-in-law had taken the child away, and he thought he would come and see if there was anything he could do to help.

Sure enough, before Su Yu could even speak, Han Yue started assigning tasks, "Take the dishes out."

"Mm." Su Yu was there to help out, and looking at the delicious food on the bar, which looked and smelled wonderful, Su Yu couldn't help but want to give Han Yue a thumbs up.

It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover. Who would have thought that such a man could cook so well? I secretly resolved that I should also start working on it.

Lan Yunxi wasn't idle either. She took a bunch of photos of the food on the bar and then posted them to a women's gathering place, with the caption: "All the dishes on this table were made by my Yue-ge, isn't that amazing?"

Su Xue: Holy crap, did your Yue-ge learn to cook by washing dishes?

Tang Junyao: It's not embarrassing to admit that others are excellent. Su Xiaoxue.

Su Xue: Tang Xiaoyao, don't go too far. The ship of friendship is already rocking. Am I the only one in the group who can't cook? Your Lao Ji can't cook either.

Yan Feifei immediately declared, joining Su Xue's line: "I can't cook, I can only eat."

Lan Yunxi: Waaaaah, I don't know either.

Yan Na: I probably won't be in that category either.

Han Guoguo: Oh yeah, I can do it! I'm so good!

In an instant, only Han Guoguo and Tang Junyao in the group knew how to cook, which made them seem quite impressive, but Su Xue was full of confidence.

Tang Junyao: I'm sorry, but my husband Lao Ji is also a good cook.

Su Xue: "............" Isn't it enough to just know how to eat? Why do you have to know how to cook? Aren't food bloggers all about commenting?

Seeing that most of the dishes had been served, Lan Yunxi quickly put away her phone, helped take out the chopsticks, and held the chopsticks in one hand while mentally counting the number of people.

Han Yue naturally noticed that the little girl was silently counting in her mind, and smiled, "Six pairs."

"oh."

The table was laden with dishes, and everyone who ate there kept praising Han Yue's culinary skills. The atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious, filled with laughter and chatter.

Han Guoguo didn't plan to go back to the Su family that night. She planned to send Cancan back before going to work the next day because Han's mother and father had to go to work and didn't have time to help take care of the child.

The sky gradually changed color, with black becoming the dominant color.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom; Han Yue was taking a shower. Hearing the water continue to flow, Lan Yunxi took everything out of the drawer and put the things from her suitcase inside.

Then she quietly closed the drawer, took off her shoes, lifted the covers, and got into bed, acting as if nothing had happened, quietly holding her tablet and watching a drama.

Before going to bed, Han Guoguo recommended a period drama to her, saying it was really good. So she turned on her computer and started watching it. The actors in the drama were all quite good-looking.

Before watching a drama, Lan Yunxi always checks the cast list first. If the actors are not good-looking, she will feel like not watching it.

When Han Yue came out, the little girl was quietly watching TV, leaning against the headboard, pursing her lips and not saying a word, looking very serious. He dried his hair and asked, "Xiao Xi."

He called out once but received no response, apparently engrossed in watching something. Han Yue stopped calling and went back into the bathroom to dry his hair before coming out. "Xiao Xi."

Lan Yunxi looked up suddenly, puzzled, at the man with his bare upper body. "Ah..." Why is Han Yue even more handsome than the men in TV dramas?

She instantly lost interest in watching TV dramas, consciously closed her tablet, and patted the spot next to her to signal Han Yue to come up.

Seeing that she had turned off the computer, Han Yue smiled and said, "I'm not watching anymore."

"You're not as pretty as me." Lan Yunxi suddenly sat up, straddling Han Yue's legs with her smooth legs and wrapping her arms around his neck.

This action was too much... Han Yue's breathing became heavy, and his back stiffened slightly, but he wanted to know what his little girl wanted to do.

Lan Yunxi was particularly proactive that night, reaching out to turn off the wall lamp. In an instant, the room was plunged into darkness. The curtains were not yet closed, and a faint light shone on the bed, flickering weakly.

Delicate lips touched slightly cool lips, and a small, inexperienced tongue also wanted to conquer, constantly exploring and probing...

The back of his neck was supported by a large hand, and his waist was also protected, ensuring he was always in a safe position, even in bed.

After being teased for a while, the man took the initiative, cradling the back of her head, turning her around nimbly, and gently placing her on the bed. He patiently brushed stray hairs onto the pillow. "Missed me? Hmm?"

Lan Yunxi's face and ears were already flushed red, like ripe persimmons. She nodded shyly and glanced at the drawer, the implication of which was quite obvious.

The little girl had already given him such a hint, so how could he not cooperate? With a mischievous smile, he said, "Okay."

Just a simple word made Lan Yunxi even more nervous, her heart racing, perhaps because it was the first time she had done something wrong.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. The sound of Han Yue opening the drawer made Lan Yunxi hold her breath, barely daring to breathe, waiting quietly.

The rustling sounds were unusually loud to Lan Yunxi in the quiet room, louder than ever before, and a certain expectation lingered in her eyes.

The same scene has played out countless times, but today the little girl is very nervous, Han Yue can clearly feel it, but he can't figure out why, so he gently coaxes her, "Xiao Xi, relax."

"Oh." Hearing his gentle voice, Lan Yunxi loosened her grip on his clothes and nodded shyly.

The night was just as beautiful, but the night wind carried a hint of anticipation, the exact nature of which only the one waiting knew.