Chapter 1264: The Iceberg Gradually Melts

"Why be so polite with Mom? I'm off."

Ma Ling'er left and went to work.

Young people and the older generation have different views on life.

They don't like having piles of servants at home, and might not even use a single one.

When it comes to cleaning, they hire an hourly cleaner who leaves as soon as the job is done; although this means no life of being fed and dressed by others, but

they can mooch meals from both sides, eat out, or order delivery at home.

This way, privacy is guaranteed; no matter what the two of them do at home, a third person will never know.

Every advantage has its disadvantage.

The advantage is that privacy is kept, but the disadvantage is that they can barely get a meal in the morning!

It is precisely because Ma Ling'er knows this that she makes breakfast for them before going to work.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Shi Ran opens her eyes right on time; she doesn't need an alarm clock, as her biological clock is very precise, waking her up at seven sharp.

"Oh my, I'm sorry."

When she sees her sleeping posture, she immediately takes her leg off Yun Qitian and apologizes.

"It's fine, did you sleep well last night?"

Yun Qitian is finally able to get up and stretch his body.

"Mm, I slept quite well, and you?"

After asking, Shi Ran wants to slap herself twice.

The way she asked that was simply moronic.

It would be a miracle if he had slept well.

Yun Qitian: "I slept quite well. Let's eat breakfast; Mom made it before she left for work."

"Mom made breakfast?"

Shi Ran widens her eyes, finding it a bit hard to believe.

In this regard, her mother-in-law is much like her own mother.

Ma Ling'er might be slightly better than Shi Youxuan, but not by much.

Shi Youxuan has many merits, but the one thing she cannot do is cook; of course, it's not that she can't do it at all, it's just that it tastes terrible.

"Yeah, my mom gets up early; she's used to it."

After washing up, the two go to the dining room, where the table is covered in pots, likely because they were afraid they wouldn't go to the kitchen, so everything was laid out in plain sight.

The millet porridge is clear and watery.

The water is water, the rice is rice; Yun Qitian scoops up a spoonful to taste, and it isn't even cooked!

But the milk is hot, and the fried eggs are tender and white, fried very well.

The bread slices were toasted in an automatic toaster, golden brown on both sides and quite good.

Breakfast is very hearty; besides these, there are cold side dishes, which have absolutely no salt in them.

There is also a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes, which are salty enough to choke someone to death.

The dough for the steamed buns didn't rise, and the filling tastes terrible too...

All in all, her mother-in-law and her own mother have about the same cooking skills—all of them are not great.

He carries the milk and fried eggs to Shi Ran and says to her: "You eat these; my mom's fried eggs are a specialty, and so is her soup."

"Aside from those two things, she can't do anything else."

Shi Ran praises her mother-in-law: "That's not bad, better than my mom; my mom's fried eggs always have bits of shell in them."

"Next time I go home, I should also learn to cook from Zichen," she mutters to herself while eating.

When Zichen was little, he teased her for not knowing how to cook, saying it would be very inconvenient after starting a family; at the time, she even mocked Zichen for being a busybody.

If you can't cook, you can order delivery or hire a servant, but after she actually started a family, she discovered that it is actually quite convenient to know how to cook.

It doesn't have to be too complicated, but one should always learn a few simple things.

But her idea is met with opposition—strong opposition, at that.

Her husband says: "You don't need to learn. As long as one person in the family knows how to cook, that's enough. I'll learn."

"You'll learn? No way." She shakes her head in opposition.

"Why not? Don't you believe in my ability?"

Her husband reminds her: "Don't forget the noodles I made a few days ago; how did they taste? Not bad, right?"

The noodles he made did taste quite good.

Shi Ran: "It's different. Mom is living in our house now; if you do the cooking while I do nothing, it's not proper."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Mom said that a wife is meant to be cherished, not to do housework."

"You didn't have to do any housework when you were at your parents' home, and after we get married, you still don't have to do anything. If you're really bored, you can go online, play games, play cards, whatever; you don't need to do anything else."

"Actually, you don't even have to go to the company, but I'm afraid you'll be bored, so just do whatever you want."

"We in the Yun Family have only one requirement for a wife: that she be happy. As long as you are happy, I am happy."

He says it as if it were only natural, and Shi Ran suddenly bursts into tears.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

Yun Qitian finishes the milk in his cup, puts it down, and sees his wife crying.

He grabs a tissue to wipe her tears, but just as the tissue is about to touch her face, he realizes something is wrong—he just used this tissue to wipe his mouth.

So he puts it down, and when he goes to pull a second one, he finds there are none left.

So he lifts his shirt to wipe her tears, accidentally revealing his eight-pack abs.

Too... sexy.

"Oh, no need." Shi Ran hurriedly dodged away.

She was truly touched, but she still subconsciously rejected such an ambiguous gesture.

"Do you think I'm dirty?"

"No, you've misunderstood..."

During the day, the two were in the office, and the atmosphere was strange all day long.

Yun Qitian usually never stops talking; he is as lively as several people combined.

At first, Shi Ran found it annoying, but over time, she got used to it.

Today, he acted out of character, not saying a few words all morning; as it neared noon, Shi Ran was the first to lose her patience.

"Qi Tian, what are we eating for lunch?"

"Huh?"

He seemed to wake from a dream: "Look at my memory, I forgot about lunch; I'll order takeout."

The takeout arrived, and Shi Ran looked at the brown sugar milk tea in front of her, smiling without a word.

He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Ordered the wrong thing, ha, I'll reorder."

"Forget it, let's go out to eat."

Shi Ran took his hand and said: "Let's have dumplings, the three-delicacy filling kind."

Yun Qitian liked dumplings, especially the three-delicacy filling, but every time the two ate together, he would follow Shi Ran's taste.

His wife knew his preferences, and Qi Tian was happy in his heart, but he hesitated: "Is that okay? Chives have a strong smell, and we have a meeting in the afternoon."

Shi Ran: "The afternoon meeting is canceled. How about we go for a walk after eating and go to the park to row a boat?"

The two got married, but they didn't even have a honeymoon.

Yun Qitian didn't agree, but instead touched her forehead with his hand.

A moment later he took it down and muttered to himself: "No fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

Shi Ran:...

She gritted her teeth: "I'll give you one chance to say that again."

"I said okay, I'll listen to everything you say." This guy reacted quite quickly.

The two went to a dumpling restaurant and ordered two portions of dumplings, one vegetarian three-delicacy and one meat three-delicacy, both of which were Yun Qitian's favorite flavors.

Shi Ran said she was full after eating half a portion, while he ate one and a half!

After the meal, he confirmed with his wife: "Ranran, it's not too late for you to change your mind; the afternoon meeting is very important." He was still a bit uncertain.

Did the sun rise from the west?

Could a workaholic really push aside work to accompany him to the park? Was she that free?

"I have already had the Secretary push the meeting aside; this afternoon I will only accompany you."

Yun Qitian:...

He secretly pinched himself; it hurt a lot. It seemed it wasn't a dream, it was real.

The husband and wife walked along the tree-lined path in the park.