At this moment, Su Wuyao hadn't yet checked the messages in her livestream chat.
When she finally opened the chat, she saw comments flooding in: "Your husband called someone to back you up!"
She was utterly confused, having no idea what they were talking about.
Choosing to ignore it, she focused on her own task.
With her phone in hand, she quietly slipped into the storage room, intending to retrieve Qin Hao's certificates and confront him.
She pulled out the dusty black suitcase. Upon opening it, a black plastic bag came into view.
As Su Wuyao opened the bag to take out the certificates, her fingers suddenly brushed against something sharp.
"Ah!"
She quickly withdrew her hand, noticing a cut on her finger, with crimson blood seeping out.
Clutching her injured finger, she peered into the bag.
Inside, alongside the certificates, there appeared to be a knife.
It was the knife that had just cut her finger.
"Why is there a knife in here?" Su Wuyao muttered to herself, instinctively pulling the knife out of the suitcase.
She realized it was a kitchen knife, but its design was exceptionally unique.
On the blade, there was a faint pattern that, at first glance, resembled a five-clawed golden dragon etched into the surface.
"What is this? Why would Qin Hao keep a kitchen knife among his certificates?"
Su Wuyao felt that this knife was no ordinary object. Otherwise, Qin Hao wouldn't have stored it here.
Meanwhile, in a courtyard in Kyoto…
Wei Zixi let out a startled cry and hurriedly called for Wei Tianlin.
When Wei Tianlin saw the knife on the livestream screen, his entire body began to tremble.
"The… Dragon Head Knife!"
The long-lost treasure of China's culinary world had been hidden away in this dusty suitcase.
Wei Tianlin was utterly stunned, his eyes fixed on the Dragon Head Knife in Su Wuyao's hand, unable to speak for a long time.
Legend had it that the Dragon Head Knife was forged from a rare meteorite. Ingredients prepared with this knife were said to release their most exquisite flavors.
The last known owner of the Dragon Head Knife was a genius chef from several years ago.
When that chef disappeared, the Dragon Head Knife vanished along with him.
Now, its reappearance confirmed Qin Hao's identity.
He was none other than that legendary genius chef.
"It's him. It's definitely him. Notify your second granduncle and tell him the Dragon Head Knife has resurfaced!" Wei Tianlin exclaimed, his voice filled with astonishment, as though he had descended into madness.
…
"Is the streamer planning to confront her husband? Honestly, I don't think it's necessary. A little mystery between spouses is normal."
"Confront him! Absolutely confront him! Qin Hao needs to explain why he's so skilled at cooking but never told you."
The audience was divided, but the tension was palpable.
"I think you should calm down. It's clear that Qin Hao cares about you deeply. Maybe he has his reasons for keeping things hidden."
Holding the certificate and the Dragon Head Knife in her hands, Su Wuyao took a deep breath and tried to steady herself.
The comments in the livestream chat helped her regain some composure.
She began to reflect.
Should she really confront Qin Hao?
In that moment, the items in her hands felt unbearably heavy.
It's human nature—she had been so determined to confront Qin Hao, but now, standing at the edge of action, she hesitated.
Her mind was a whirlwind of possibilities.
If Qin Hao truly had a reason, some unspeakable burden that forced him to hide his identity, confronting him with these items might only deepen his wounds.
What truly unsettled her wasn't just the secrets—it was the realization that she didn't know Qin Hao as well as she thought.
The person she once knew so intimately now felt like a stranger.
Before meeting Qin Hao, her life had been a blank slate, as pure and untouched as a sheet of paper.
Her first love, her first hand to hold, her first kiss—every "first" had been with Qin Hao.
But now, the mysteries of his past left her feeling conflicted, as though life had dealt her an unfair hand.
After calming herself and thinking it through, she decided to return the Dragon Head Knife to the suitcase.
She tied up the black plastic bag containing the certificates, zipped the suitcase shut, and placed it back where she had found it.
Then, with a heavy heart, Su Wuyao left the storage room and wandered into the living room.
She sank into the sofa, her thoughts swirling.
Before she knew it, tears began to stream down her face.
The livestream audience, seeing this, flooded the chat with words of comfort.
"Don't cry, streamer. It's heartbreaking to watch. Qin Hao must have his reasons."
"Yes, you see how much Qin Hao loves you now—that's what matters. He'll only love you more in the future. Let the past stay in the past."
"Alright, streamer, don't cry anymore. I'll send you a rocket gift!"
But Su Wuyao wasn't in the mood to read the chat. Her heart felt like a tangled mess of threads.
Sobs…
Before she realized it, she began crying out loud.
In the kitchen, where Qin Hao was heating up the dishes, her sobs sent a jolt through him.
He rushed out immediately and saw the cut on her finger, still bleeding.
This silly girl had completely forgotten about her injury from the Dragon Head Knife, too consumed by her sadness and frustration.
"Honey!"
Without hesitation, Qin Hao grabbed her hand and began inspecting the wound.
"How could you be so careless!"
He brought her injured finger to his mouth, gently holding it there.
A soft, warm sensation spread from her fingertip.
Su Wuyao looked down at Qin Hao.
His face was filled with worry, his expression frantic.
It was as if he were the one injured, not her.
Her tears stopped.
Suddenly, the moment felt so tender, so comforting. Her mind stopped racing with chaotic thoughts.
She stared blankly at Qin Hao, at the way he held her finger in his mouth.
"Does it still hurt, honey?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"I'll get some medicine. Don't move, just wait for me."
Qin Hao fetched the first-aid kit. He started by cleaning her wound with hydrogen peroxide.
Then, he took out a box of medicinal powder—a special healing powder Qin Hao had crafted himself. It was miraculous, capable of healing wounds by the next day.
"This medicine stings a bit. Bear with it," Qin Hao warned.
Su Wuyao nodded.
As he sprinkled the powder on her wound, she winced and let out a soft gasp.
Finally, Qin Hao wrapped her finger with gauze, tying it off with a small bow.
Qin Hao had always remembered that Su Wuyao loved bows.
It's the little things that reveal the heart.
When Su Wuyao saw the bow, her heart ached, and she began crying again. She threw her arms around Qin Hao.
"Honey!"
A home, two people, three meals, four seasons.
Qin Hao hadn't changed at all. He was still the same as when she first met him.
For three years, he had cared for her so tenderly, every moment filled with love.
"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't protect you well enough and let you get hurt," Qin Hao said, stroking her back as he comforted her.
Feeling the warmth of his embrace, Su Wuyao's heart gradually calmed.
In that moment, everything else seemed unimportant.
Chef? Culinary genius?
Qin Hao was simply her husband. As long as he loved her, that was enough.
Over the past three years, Qin Hao's love and devotion had been undeniable.
Memories of their tender moments together came flooding back, filling Su Wuyao's heart to the brim.
She no longer cared why Qin Hao had hidden his chef identity.
Let it stay hidden.
If he didn't want to cook, then he didn't have to.
Since Qin Hao loved her cooking, she was willing to cook for him for a lifetime.
At that moment, Su Wuyao's feelings couldn't be put into words.
Some love doesn't need to be spoken—it's shown through actions.