With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

The Song family was well aware of the big commotion at the military region last night, but no one mentioned it.

Early in the morning, Sister Yang was already busy in the kitchen. Steam rose from the stove, and the aroma of soy milk wafted out through the crack in the door.

Song Yanzhou went out for a run early in the morning, and when he came back, he was carrying a traditional Chinese breakfast: fried dough sticks, fried dough rings, fermented mung bean juice, and a steamer of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

When Sister Yang brought out her own porridge, side dishes, and fried eggs, the breakfast was incredibly lavish.

When Jiang Zhiyu came downstairs, the whole family had already arrived.

All eyes turned to them.

Jiang Zhiyu paused slightly, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Zhao Lanjun saw it immediately and waved with a smile:

"Zhiyu, why don't you sleep a little longer? We're all old and can't sleep, you young people should sleep more."

"I've kept your food warm in the pot, so it'll be hot no matter when you get up."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and sat down next to Song Yanzhou:

"Thank you, Grandma. I've had enough rest."

Song Yanzhou sat next to her, looking at her expectantly.

Those eyes were like those of a big dog that had waited for its owner all winter and was finally coming home; they were bright and undisguised.

His family had never seen Song Yanzhou look like this before, and they found it quite amusing.

Chen Guifang lowered her head to drink her porridge, but the corners of her mouth remained turned up.

Song Huaijin coughed, pretending not to see it.

Song Bingzheng, however, was quite composed. He knew the case wouldn't be resolved quickly and wanted to help Jiang Zhiyu relax, so he said to his grandson:

"Yanzhou, take Zhiyu out for a walk later. Young people should do what young people should do. We've been busy handling things for the past two days and haven't had a proper chance to explore."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Song Bingzheng then asked, "How long is your vacation this time?"

Song Yanzhou immediately replied, "Commander Li approved ten days for me, but the leave slip says fifteen days. It will take three days to travel to and from the office, so I can only stay at home for a week."

"Alright, a man should prioritize his career."

Song Huaijin patted his son on the shoulder.

Song Yanzhou nodded, but his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu kept her head down and ate, pretending not to see.

After the family finished eating, those who needed to go to work went to work, and those who needed to visit old friends went to visit old friends. Soon, only Song Yanzhou and Jiang Zhiyu were left in the living room.

There was a moment of silence.

Song Yanzhou spoke, his voice carrying a hint of probing:

"Zhiyu, shall we go for a walk?"

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a while.

This could be considered their first date in name only.

"good."

She didn't say much, she just nodded.

The two walked side by side toward Wangfujing.

In May, the sun in Beijing was already quite hot, but the wind still carried a hint of coolness.

People came and went on the street, and bicycle bells rang incessantly.

Song Yanzhou walked on her outside, as was his habit. The street was crowded, and as people squeezed through the middle, he instinctively leaned closer to her, his shoulder almost touching Jiang Zhiyu's.

Jiang Zhiyu did not dodge.

She didn't try to please him.

Song Yanzhou maintained this distance and walked for more than ten steps.

His hands hung at his sides, his knuckles curling up and relaxing slightly several times.

There were Red Guards and neighborhood committee aunties watching the passersby on the street, so he couldn't be so reckless.

But he really wanted to hold her hand.

But he dared not.

While crossing the road, a military green truck suddenly rushed out from around the corner.

Song Yanzhou instinctively reached out and blocked Jiang Zhiyu's path.

My arm was placed in front of her, and it accidentally touched the back of her hand.

The little girl's hands were very cold.

His heart was pounding like a drum.

The truck rumbled past.

Song Yanzhou withdrew his hand and said, feigning composure:

"Let's go."

His voice was a pitch higher than usual.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him.

She didn't expose him, but simply followed him and continued walking forward.

But as they walked, the distance between them seemed to be closer than before.

Shoulders occasionally brushed against each other, and through the thin fabric of their clothes, I could feel the other person's body temperature.

Song Yanzhou's heartbeat never calmed down.

The two entered the mall.

Jiang Zhiyu has no desire to buy things nowadays; her space is already stocked with everything she needs for daily life.

But Song Yanzhou insisted on buying her clothes.

"Try this."

He picked up a floral dress with a turn-down collar and a light blue polyester shirt.

Floral print dresses are the most popular style right now. They feature a fitted waist, a skirt that falls below the knee, and delicate floral prints, giving them a fresh and elegant look. A light blue polyester shirt offers a different style altogether—crisp and tailored—paired with matching straight-leg trousers for a sophisticated and chic look.

Jiang Zhiyu originally didn't want to try, but Song Yanzhou's gaze was too expectant.

She took it and went into the fitting room.

When Song Yanzhou came out wearing a floral dress, he was stunned.

The dress's cinched waist accentuated her slender figure, and the floral print made her snow-white skin appear even more striking. She stood there, neither smiling nor speaking, yet her mere presence was captivating.

"……nice."

Song Yanzhou could only manage to utter two words.

Jiang Zhiyu changed into that light blue shirt again.

The crisp fabric made her look clean and neat, like a refreshing breeze in early summer.

Although the clothes weren't particularly beautiful, they looked exceptionally striking on Jiang Zhiyu. She was tall and slender, and any clothes she wore seemed to have been re-tailored, drawing frequent glances from passersby.

Whenever this happened, Song Yanzhou would instinctively stand beside her, using his broad shoulders to block the scrutinizing gazes.

He didn't say anything, but silently led the people towards him.

Jiang Zhiyu noticed his movements, and her heart stirred slightly.

But he didn't say anything.

It was almost noon by the time we finished shopping at the mall.

Song Yanzhou asked Jiang Zhiyu what he wanted to eat. Jiang Zhiyu never refused any food, so he let him decide.

Song Yanzhou then led her into an alley.

The alleyways meandered deeper and deeper, until finally stopping in front of an inconspicuous wooden door.

Song Yanzhou knocked on the door three times and then knocked twice.

The door opened, and a young man in his early twenties peeked out. His eyes lit up when he saw Song Yanzhou.

"Brother Zhou!"

"Yes, the usual."

The young man nodded and let them in.

This is a privately owned restaurant; the owner only cooks for regular customers. Operating a business privately is illegal these days, and the owner would never cook for someone he doesn't know well.

Jiang Zhiyu sat at the table and paused for a moment when she saw the dishes being served one after another.

Braised sea cucumber with scallions has a bright red color, the sea cucumber is soft and tender and flavorful, and the aroma of scallions is rich.

Jade tofu, made by slow-cooking tofu in old hen broth, is as tender as solidified fat and melts in your mouth.

Steamed sea bass, with its snow-white and delicate flesh, is sizzled with hot soy sauce, releasing a burst of fresh and fragrant aroma.

There's also a dish of candied apples, with long, golden sugar strands that are crisp, sweet, and delicious.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up a piece of braised sea cucumber with scallions with her chopsticks, and her eyes lit up slightly.

Seeing her expression, Song Yanzhou began to explain:

"The owner here is my childhood friend, but his family moved out of the compound later. His grandfather used to be a royal chef, and his cooking skills were exceptional. When we were kids, we would roast pheasants in the wild, and he could roast them better than us."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded:

"It's absolutely delicious."

This is her honest assessment.

Having lived in the apocalypse for so long, I've eaten all sorts of rough food. But this meal was truly made with care; every dish was just right.

As Song Yanzhou watched her eat, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

She ate quietly, at a moderate pace, chewing slowly and deliberately, without any extra expressions, but you could tell that she was truly savoring every bite.

He suddenly realized that just watching her eat was quite nice.