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

Jiang Zhiyu walked along the alley and soon arrived at the door of her own little villa.

The door was ajar, and she wasn't sure if it was locked. She scanned the room with her spiritual power—no one was inside.

Yes, it's not the weekend, and both Mom and Dad are at work at school.

Just as Jiang Zhiyu was about to push open the door, the window next door suddenly creaked open.

"Oh my! Isn't this the Jiang family's girl back?"

Jiang Zhiyu turned her head and saw Aunt Wang from next door leaning out, her face beaming with joy.

"Your parents haven't gotten off work yet. Come on in, come on in, have a seat in Auntie's room and have some tea."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and waved her hand: "Thank you, Aunt Wang. I'll go inside first and cook something for my parents. We'll eat together when they get off work."

Aunt Wang's eyebrows shot up immediately: "Oh my, you little rascal, you're married now but you still think so much about your parents, you're so filial. Go on, go on, your mother talks about you every day at the alley entrance."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and nodded.

After Aunt Wang closed the window, she manipulated the vines to crawl into the lock cylinder, gently flicked the keyhole, and with a "click," the door opened.

Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard; everything was still the same as before.

The stone table and benches remained in their original places, and the flower bushes on both sides were in full bloom. When she was at home, she had secretly watered these flowers and plants with the spiritual spring water, and now they were growing more vigorously than those in the entire alley.

She walked to the stone bench under the flower stand and sat down. The evening breeze blew through the old sycamore branches and leaves, scattering a ground of fine, shimmering sunlight.

The thirst, pain, depression, and the tension of surviving several near-death experiences all vanished the moment I stepped back into this small courtyard and settled down comfortably.

So this is home. As soon as I sit down, my anxious heart can finally settle down.

Jiang Zhiyu rested for a moment, then got up and went to the kitchen.

"Seventeen, could you catch a fish from the sea?"

The phantom of Seventeen suddenly popped into her mind, its wings flapping rapidly: "Of course! This is the host's first order, I'll pick the fattest one for you!"

In a short while, a lively sea fish appeared on the kitchen counter, its silvery scales shimmering in the water. Seventeen then scooped up a few large hairy crabs from the pond within the space and put them in a bamboo basket, asking, "Would you like some other ingredients?"

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled: "That's enough."

Jiang Zhiyu's cooking skills are not particularly outstanding; she only focuses on using fresh ingredients and simple cooking methods.

She cleaned the fish and steamed it; she paired the hairy crabs with several kinds of small seafood to make a steamed seafood stew; she then took out a pheasant from her space, chopped it into pieces, washed it, and put it into a casserole. She added a ginseng root and several nourishing herbs, poured in some spiritual spring water, covered the pot, and simmered it over low heat.

The rich and mellow aroma of the medicinal food quickly wafted out through the gaps in the pot lid, filling the entire courtyard.

In the remaining time, she prepared several refreshing side dishes: smashed and cold cucumber salad, blanched bok choy hearts, a small dish of sweet and sour radish, and finally steamed a pot of rice with spring water.

The moment the steamer lid was lifted, the aroma of rice mixed with the fresh fragrance of medicinal herbs filled the entire courtyard.

In the alley, Jiang Boxun and Su Wanqing walked home side by side after get off work.

Su Wanqing wrinkled her nose: "Old Jiang, smell this, whose cooking smells so good today?"

Jiang Boxun responded softly, "It does smell very good."

The two walked slowly forward, and the enticing aroma grew stronger and stronger.

When they reached the gate of their own yard, the couple stopped at the same time and looked at each other.

Jiang Boxun quickened his pace without making a sound, and Su Wanqing followed closely behind, pushing open the door and entering.

The stone table in the courtyard was laden with dishes, including steamed seafood, medicinal casserole, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables, making for an exceptionally sumptuous meal.

Jiang Boxun's eyes instantly welled up with tears: "Zhiyu."

Jiang Zhiyu lifted the kitchen curtain and came out, an apron tied around her waist and sleeves rolled up to her elbows. When she saw her parents, her eyes curved into crescents: "Dad, Mom, you're back! Sit down and have a taste, see if my cooking has improved."

Su Wanqing quickly stepped forward, took her hand, and looked her up and down carefully, but her words were merciless: "You silly girl, you didn't even give me a heads-up before you came back."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and shook her head: "How could I not miss you all? I just wanted to give you a surprise."

Jiang Boxun stood to the side watching the mother and daughter, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. As he unbuttoned his Zhongshan suit, he walked towards the dining table: "There is a surprise. I'll call Yanzhou now and ask him to come and have dinner with us."

Jiang Zhiyu let out a soft sigh and slapped her forehead: "I actually forgot about him."

Jiang Boxun turned around, looking at her with a smile in his eyes: "You."

Su Wanqing, standing to the side, was far less gentle. She raised her hand and lightly patted her arm, saying, "I think Xiao Song has really had a tough time marrying a girl like you who's never home. He's so busy in the military region, but he still thinks about you all the time."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips drooped, feigning grievance: "Mom."

Su Wanqing didn't soften her stance and earnestly instructed, "You need to be more attentive from now on. Even if you can't see each other, you can't stop calling. A married couple can't act like this. You're already married, but you're living like a single woman. It's one thing not to come home, but you don't even bother to make a phone call. It's okay if you don't contact me or your father, but you must remember to call Yanzhou often."

Su Wanqing paused, her tone softening slightly: "Relationships need to be nurtured and maintained with care. I'll have to explain these things to you sooner or later."

Jiang Zhiyu lowered her eyes, listened attentively, and replied softly, "I understand, Mom. I'll remember it and call him more often in the future."

Jiang Boxun sat to the side, watching his wife teach their daughter, a smile in his eyes.

Su Wanqing glared at him, then turned around and said, "Alright, Yanzhou is coming later, I'll go get two more dishes. These few dishes aren't enough for two men."

Jiang Zhiyu was about to go into the kitchen to help when Su Wanqing stopped her arm and pushed her out into the yard: "Go out and rest. You must be tired after all this running around. Either sit in the yard or go to the alley entrance to greet Xiao Song."

Jiang Zhiyu was pushed out of the kitchen and had no choice but to stand obediently in the yard.

Jiang Boxun poured himself a cup of tea and slowly said, "Go ahead, it wasn't easy for Xiao Song to get here. Wait for him at the intersection."

Jiang Zhiyu responded and stepped out of the courtyard.

The ground was covered with withered leaves from the old sycamore trees. She walked slowly down the bluestone path toward the alley entrance.

She pondered silently in her heart: Actually, she missed him too. It was just that she had been overwhelmed with tasks recently, her nerves were constantly on edge, and a bunch of urgent matters came one after another, so she had completely forgotten about something as simple as making a phone call.

Jiang Zhiyu pursed her lips gently. Her parents were right; she was too oblivious when it came to relationships. She should remember these principles of maintaining intimacy.

She stopped under the old sycamore tree at the entrance of the alley, looked up at the end of the alley, but the intersection was empty and the person was nowhere to be seen.

She gently curved the corners of her mouth, stood quietly there, waiting for him to come over so she could give him a surprise.