After Yu Yanshen left, Yao Qing reflected upon herself.
Was she being too unreserved, appearing as if she was waiting for Yu Yanshen to explain or do something?
The moment he did something or explained, she seemed to forgive him immediately, without any hesitation.
She unconsciously bit her lower lip. As her thoughts were turning, she looked up and saw the man had already pushed the door open and walked in.
Yao Qing leaned back in her chair, watching him until he approached her and placed what he was holding onto the table beside her.
Yao Qing glanced at the object Yu Yanshen had put down, and after looking at it twice, it somehow looked more and more familiar.
This was what she had made…
"Princess, it's the first time you cooked dinner for me. I made a note of it; it's a day worth commemorating.…"
Yu Yanshen pulled over a stool and sat down, leisurely biting into the piece of braised beef that wasn't quite done.
