Eight o'clock.
Inside the room.
The moon hung high, and starlight streamed through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows of the Presidential Suite, spilling onto the carpet. Waves of delicious aromas drifted out from the kitchen.
One entered through the eyes.
The other entered through the nose.
It created a uniquely pleasant atmosphere.
Dong Xuebin sat on the sofa, smoking and squinting his eyes in enjoyment.
"Xuebin, dinner's ready."
"Oh, you've finished cooking?"
"Yeah, let's eat."
"Then I'll help bring out the dishes. You've worked hard."
"No need, hehe. Go wash your hands first. I'll bring them over myself."
Dong Xuebin did not stand on ceremony and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. After drying them and coming out, he instinctively looked first toward the little dining area separated off by a transparent partition in the corner of the living room. But he saw neither anyone nor any food. Turning his head toward the sofa where he had just been sitting, he discovered that Chang Juan was already seated on the black leather couch, arranging three steaming dishes on the table. They were all ordinary home-style stir-fries.
"Eat, Xuebin."
"We're not going to the dining area?"
"The chairs over there are hard. I'm afraid we won't be comfortable sitting there."
"True enough. We've been tired all day, and the sofa's softer. Sounds good."
"Come on, try my cooking. If you can't eat it, just tell me. If it doesn't taste good, don't force yourself. I'll call and order a few dishes."
"How could that be? It looks delicious."
"It's been a long time since I last cooked. I'm not even sure how it turned out."
"It'll be fine. I'll try some first." Dong Xuebin sat down beside her on the sofa, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite. "Mm,