When Fu Yunzhou returned home that evening, he hesitated at the doorstep for the first time, a sense of apprehension preventing him from simply walking in.

Upon arriving home from work, Yuan Xi immediately noticed Aunt Zhang’s nourishing congee.

Aunt Zhang’s nourishing congee was much richer than Yuan Xi’s millet porridge, enriched with ingredients beneficial for the stomach, and cooked with greater skill than his amateur cooking.

By the time Fu Yunzhou entered, Yuan Xi had already heated up all the congee and stomach-nourishing dishes.

After hearing him coming back, he hastily arranges everything and presents it before Fu Yunzhou.

Looking at the food in front of him, Fu Yunzhou patted his stomach and then pushed the nourishing congee toward Yuan Xi.

“I have already eaten. You need to build your strength, eat up more, and grow.”

Yuan Xi’s expression soured slightly at this reminder of his height. Suppressing his irritation, he reminded himself he was the male god and couldn’t be angry.

As Fu Yunzhou took a sip of congee, he immediately recognized it wasn’t Yuan Xi’s cooking.

Meanwhile, Yuan Xi wasn’t sure if he was feeling angry or not. Regardless, once Fu Yunzhou had finished speaking, he began to eat the food that had been set aside for him using his chopsticks.

With Yuan Xi’s hearty appetite and little left uneaten, Fu Yunzhou finished Aunt Zhang’s congee only after Yuan Xi had cleaned his plate.

Yuan Xi cast a glance at Fu Yunzhou before rising to tidy up the dishes and the casserole.

Watching Yuan Xi enter the kitchen, Fu Yunzhou smiled lightly as he got up and walked to the kitchen. Glancing at Yuan Xi bustling, Fu Yunzhou murmured. “Your congee is better.”

After uttering those words, Fu Yunzhou turned on his heel and went upstairs.

Later, when Yuan Xi realized that Fu Yunzhou complimented him, the latter had already vanished.

Looking at the staircase, Yuan Xi giggled. “My congee is better than Aunt Zhang’s? hehe, seems like the male god likes my congee better!”

Bolstered by the praise from the male god, Yuan Xi found it difficult to sleep that night. Consequently, he rose early the next morning and went downstairs to assist Aunt Zhang in preparing breakfast.

Though Yuan Xi’s culinary skills were modest, he was adept and efficient. Having been on his own for some time, he’d honed his cooking abilities, saving money by preparing meals instead of relying on takeout.

While there hasn’t been much improvement in skill level, proficiency remains unquestionable.

Aunt Zhang remained silent seeing Yuan Xi’s assistance. However, as she observed Yuan Xi’s adept demeanor, she couldn’t resist asking. “Xiao Xi, do you cook often?”

Yuan Xi’s cheerful hands, which were still engaged in the task, paused momentarily. Unsure whether the original host possessed cooking skills or what Aunt Zhang might be aware of, Yuan Xi swiftly pondered how best to deceive so he answered vaguely.

“I am an orphan, so I will try my own hands to save money.”

Aunt Zhang gave Yuan Xi a strange glance, nodded, and chose not to pursue the conversation further.

After Aunt Zhang and Yuan Xi completed the cooking, Fu Yunzhou descended from upstairs. When he spotted the milk on the table, Fu Yunzhou momentarily contemplated turning around and leaving.

Yuan Xi had already seen Fu Yunzhou going downstairs, and with excitement he beckoned to Fu Yunzhou, saying. “Yunzhou, come join us for breakfast. Today’s spread is quite lavish, we have beef and carrot xiaolongbao, that are good for the eyes!”

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