Seclusion

To be honest, Ye Lang had long since forgotten all the bad things Zhao Yarou had done in the past. Now, he only felt that Zhao Yarou was quite a good little sister-in-law. With her around, it was not necessarily a bad thing.

Over these three years, Zhao Yarou had set aside the airs of an Empress and devoted herself to learning how to look after Ye Lang. Though she had been a complete mess at the beginning, creating no small number of jokes that left Ye Lang neither knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Still, it had given the two of them many memories—memories carrying a faint warmth.

Zhao Yarou was also extraordinarily persistent. Anything she believed she could accomplish, she would never abandon. Ye Lang had not the slightest doubt about that, because Zhao Yarou had proven it more than once.

And so, Zhao Yarou began learning bit by bit. In clothing, food, housing, and travel, she gradually became skilled at everything. It had to be said that Zhao Yarou possessed not only a monstrous temperament, but monstrous talent as well. Nothing could stump her.

In cooking alone, Zhao Yarou consulted Ye Lang, studied the materials in the library tower, and experimented on her own. Before long, she had conquered Ye Lang's stomach, and his opinion of her rose ever higher.

At this point, Zhao Yarou seemed to understand something: for a woman to capture a man's heart, it was actually very simple. All she needed to do was capture his stomach. At least, Ye Lang was like that.

As long as she could make Ye Lang something delicious, he seemed to treat her better and better. At that moment, Zhao Yarou understood even more clearly why Ye Lang liked Zhen Xiaoyan so much.

It was not merely