Soon, he smelled a long-lost scent. He followed the taste and walked gently to the kitchen, only to see that in the kitchen, a woman wearing an apron was seriously making side dishes, as if she was cutting some kind of filament, trying to make the roots as even, delicate and beautiful. The fragrance, which is emitted by the porridge in the pot, has been boiled, and the lid has already been lifted and let cool so that it can be eaten later.

She took a beautiful plate and put it on the plate, like a snail girl in a fairy tale, coming out of the painting, with a real taste of home and countryside.

A taste of home. It was what he had been longing for.

He was stunned and couldn't believe it.

"Xiaofeng ......"

He ran over and hugged her waist from behind, burying his head deep in her long, fragrant hair, greedily sniffing the sweetness he knew best.

Time seems to have reversed, everything is like returning to the beginning, the most beautiful time of the two, the love and affection of the concubine.

"Ye Jia, go take a bath and eat."

Her soft voice, like an obedient child, obediently let go of her, rushed into the bathroom, and quickly freshened up. He changed into a silver-white shirt, pants of the same color, and his beard was shaved, energetic and radiant, and there was no sign of drunkenness.

When he came out, he even whistled, and he didn't know what the song was, but he felt cheerful and inexplicable, and the whole world was brilliant and gorgeous, and he didn't have to worry about it from now on.

The porridge and side dishes have been placed on the table, not sumptuous, but pleasing to the eye.

Feng Feng was holding chopsticks, his waist was hugged again, he was like a child, burying his head in her shoulder socket, exhaling like an orchid, and his voice was like honey: "Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng...... I can't believe it...... Many times, I longed for you to be at home like this, but every time I woke up, it was a void......"

I always thought it was a dream, but now, Fang is completely sure that it is real.

Her heart was sour, her hands shook, and her chopsticks were unstable for a while and fell on the table.

Somehow, she refused such a hug - it already felt extremely strange.

Both morally and emotionally, they have begun to resist.

Ye Jia, I take care of you only because I owe you - nothing else.

But she couldn't say that.

As if sensing something, he immediately let go of her, pulled her to sit down beside him, and smiled: "Xiaofeng, this porridge smells so good, it must taste very good." Let's eat together, I'm hungry, you're hungry too, right? ”

She was silent.

He happily picked up the bowl and ate it, and when he was hungry, his wife was by his side, making soup with his own hands...... The taste of the porridge was so delicious, the more he ate it, the happier he became, and after drinking four or five bowls in one go, he only felt satisfied and refreshed.

Feng Feng only drank one bowl, and when he saw that he had eaten well, he immediately got up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Xiaofeng, I'll ......"

"Don't bother, just two bowls. I'll take advantage of it, Ye Jia, you rest. ”

"No, you cook, I'll wash the dishes. That's how we've always done that. ”

Feng Feng no longer argued with him, and just went to the living room to sit down silently.

In less than five minutes, Ye Jia came out of the kitchen.

Feng Feng's gaze fell on him involuntarily, the person in front of him was handsome and noble, no longer the drunkard he looked like last night, although his face was still haggard, but his eyes, the kind of clear and gentle eyes that almost melted, were exactly like the first time.

This is Ye Jia, Ye Jia is back.

This is what he should look like, the calmness, peace and generosity of a mature man, as if the sky is falling, it is not surprising.

Finally, she was at ease.

This kind of Ye Jia is very good.

She stood up silently and retreated: "Ye Jia, I'm leaving." ”