I accidentally messed with a wealthy family, and my blind date was the CEO.

Pei Jingchuan smiled slightly and showed the lunch box in his hand.

"Mother Chen knew that you had an emergency surgery today, so she specially cooked your favorite meal and asked me to deliver it to you."

Jiang Yuzhu looked at the lunch box and was very moved, but she still pretended to be angry.

"I know I'm worried about you, but you're still so disobedient."

Pei Jingchuan looked at her pretending to be angry, and his heart felt warm, and he smiled softly.

"I know you care about me, but I care about you more. I'm afraid you'll be hungry, I'm afraid you'll be tired."

Jiang Yuzhu's eyes were full of tenderness, and she sighed softly: "You always make me worry."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and at that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Pei Jingchuan placed the lunch box in front of her and said gently: "Okay, eat quickly, don't starve yourself."

As night falls, the lights gradually turn on, and the hustle and bustle of the city seems to slowly subside at this moment.

Jiang Yuzhu and Pei Jingchuan were walking on the path of the vegetable market. They walked side by side, seeming to form a harmonious scene.

Jiang Yuzhu gently held Pei Jingchuan's arm, with a sweet smile on her face.

"Jingchuan, I want to make soup for you tonight. I saw a tutorial on the Internet before and wanted to try it."

Pei Jingchuan looked at her face full of expectation and smiled: "Okay, as long as it's done by you, I like it."

In front of a stall in the vegetable market, Jiang Yuzhu selected fresh ingredients.

She occasionally asks Pei Jingchuan for his opinion, and the two seem to have become accustomed to this kind of life of taking care of each other.

"Jingchuan, what do you think of this swim bladder? I heard it's very good for the body."

Jiang Yuzhu picked up a smooth fish bladder and placed it in front of Pei Jingchuan.

Pei Jingchuan touched it gently and said with a smile: "It's very fresh. Buy it."

Later, the two selected some ingredients such as red dates, longan, and angelica root, and prepared to make a pot of nourishing soup.

Back home, the sound of water and the slight collision of ingredients and pots and pans came from the kitchen.

Jiang Yuzhu was busy preparing. She put the ingredients into the pot, added water, and simmered over low heat.

Pei Jingchuan leaned against the door of the kitchen, admiring her focused look, and his heart was filled with gratitude and warmth.

"Yuzhu, thank you very much." Pei Jingchuan said affectionately.

Jiang Yuzhu raised his head, with a hint of shyness in his eyes.

"These are what I should do. You are so good to me. I just want to do something for you."

Pei Jingchuan walked over, hugged her gently, buried his head in her hair, and took a deep breath.

"Yuzhu, I feel very happy to have you here."

Jiang Yuzhu leaned gently on his chest, feeling ups and downs in her heart: "Me too, my world becomes warmer with you here."

In the night, Jiang Yuzhu's small kitchen was enveloped in a warm atmosphere.

The steam constantly coming out of the pot lid carries the aroma of the ingredients and fills the entire room, making people feel soothed.

When Chen Ma saw Jiang Yuzhu working hard, she couldn't help but come over.

"Yuzhu, is the soup ready? You think it's almost ready."

Mother Chen gently lifted the lid of the pot, and the aroma of nourishing soup immediately hit her face.

Jiang Yuzhu nodded and smiled softly: "Thank you, Mother Chen. Jingchuan...will he like it?"

Chen's mother smiled slightly and comforted her: "Don't worry, since Jingchuan was a child, I have never seen him dislike anything you make."

Pei Jingchuan walked to the kitchen at this time, holding two bowls in his hands.

He stood next to Jiang Yuzhu and said softly: "I'm here to help."

The soup was finally ready. Mother Chen carefully poured the soup into a bowl and placed it on the table, steaming hot.

Jiang Yuzhu looked at Pei Jingchuan expectantly, waiting for his evaluation.

Pei Jingchuan picked up the bowl, blew it gently, and then took a sip.

A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he nodded slowly: "It tastes good, Yuzhu."

A flower-like smile bloomed on Jiang Yuzhu's face, and her eyes sparkled: "Really?"

Pei Jingchuan nodded seriously: "Really, this is the best soup I have ever tasted."

Jiang Yuzhu was filled with joy, but when she picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup, her face suddenly turned pale.

The soup tasted obviously too salty, which made her originally happy mood suddenly fall to the bottom.

She hurriedly put down the bowl and said softly: "Jingchuan, don't drink any more."

Pei Jingchuan was slightly startled, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yuzhu lowered his head and said with a bit of self-blame and regret: "The soup...the soup is too salty."

Pei Jingchuan smiled lightly, put the bowl aside, and said softly.

"Actually, I've noticed it, but I think it's your care and love for me. That feeling makes this bowl of soup extremely delicious."

Jiang Yuzhu raised his head and smiled.

"But I still made you drink such salty soup. I'm really sorry."

Pei Jingchuan gently stroked her hair and comforted her softly.

"Yuzhu, you don't need to apologize. Many times the beauty in life does not lie in perfection, but in our sincerity."

Mother Chen smiled slightly at the side, and she was even more happy to see that her young master and his wife were on good terms.

"Actually, the soup can be boiled again and water can be added. The same is true in life. With love, nothing is a problem."

It was late at night, the lights under the stars gradually dimmed, and the entire house was enveloped in silence. But the tranquility was broken by a knock on the door.

Pei Jingchuan and Jiang Yuzhu went to the door together. The moment they opened the door, a gust of wind rushed past. It was Jiang Xianmei. Her eye circles were red, and she had obviously just cried.

"Yuzhu!" she shouted eagerly.

Jiang Yuzhu walked over gently and patted her aunt on the back distressedly: "Aunt, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Xianmei took a hard breath and hugged Yu Zhu tightly: "I...I know, Shen Qiang kidnapped you. How could I have such a daughter."

Jiang Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, then gently touched her aunt's back: "Aunt, the matter is over."

Pei Jingchuan also came over and looked at the two of them with concern. He knew that Yu Zhu had suffered a lot of grievances during this period, but she never complained.

Jiang Xianmei suddenly let go of Yu Zhu, with tears flashing in her eyes: "Yuzhu, I'm really sorry for you, how can I make it up to you?"

Jiang Yuzhu smiled softly: "Aunt, Shen Qiang is your daughter. I know she is a little impulsive, but I don't blame her. I also hope you don't blame yourself too much."

Pei Jingchuan interjected: "What happened happened, what we should be thinking about is how to make her understand her mistakes, not the past."

Jiang Xianmei lowered her head and said softly: "I know what I did was wrong, and I will teach Shen Qiang well."