A Warm Night

After spending another two days holed up in the laboratory, Ye Lei returned to the villa utterly exhausted. For the past two days, he had practically eaten, slept, and lived in the lab. After completing a batch of high-intensity core formations, he felt as though his eyes were about to go blind. The main reason was that he did not possess an innate martial soul like an eye; carving onto tiny pieces of rare crystal relied entirely on his own formidable spiritual power. Carving one piece would have been manageable, but he had carved more than a hundred in succession over the past two days. If he kept this up, he felt he would die from sheer mental exhaustion.

The moment he pushed open the villa door, the scent of food rushed into Ye Lei's nose. Only then did he realize that his stomach had been rumbling nonstop from hunger. Although, after becoming a Titled Douluo, he only needed meditation to ease his hunger, only an idiot would choose not to eat.

Still, he was one hundred percent certain that tonight's dinner was takeout.

Why? Because he knew his own wife too well.

Who was it last time who had sworn she would cook him a bowl of noodles, only to nearly blow up the kitchen? If he had not reacted quickly enough to stop it, their kitchen probably still would not have been usable by now.

Looking guilty, Han Nuan tried to hide a pile of takeout boxes behind her back. But Ye Lei had already noticed, so she could only stick out her tongue playfully to ease the awkwardness.

Ye Lei shook his head helplessly, then pulled off his shirt, sat down at the dining table, picked up his chopsticks, and dug in.

It had to be said