At seven in the morning, Lin Baici got up and went to the basement gym to lift weights. After working out for an hour, he went to the dining room for breakfast.
These days, he no longer ate just to fill his stomach and replenish his energy. He ate purely for the pleasure of savoring the flavors.
Wang Fang was a wonderful cook. Even when making a simple breakfast, she could bring out the natural flavors of the ingredients.
One bite of the little flatbread, toasted until golden, revealed the fragrance of fat and flour mingling together.
As Lin Baici savored it, he could almost see the wheat lying in the fields through the winter, then basking in the spring breeze and summer sun, before finally being harvested during a season of plenty.
The plump ears of wheat were filled with the scent of earth and sunshine. Once ground into flour, that aroma was brought to life by Wang Fang's hands.
"Yitong's so lucky to have eaten your cooking for all these years!"
Lin Baici praised her.
"She hasn't eaten that much!"
Wang Fang gave a rueful smile. "I used to be busy with work and didn't have time, so I'd just throw something together."
If Lin Baici hadn't offered her such a generous salary, freeing her from worrying about making ends meet and covering her daughter's tuition and living expenses, Wang Fang wouldn't have had the energy to cook properly.
"You can bring her over for a meal sometime!"
As soon as he said it, Lin Baici regretted it. What if he ran into Ji Xinyan?
He'd already decided that of the girls he was romantically involved with, he would only bring Tea Sister to this house.
He didn't want it turning into a battlefield.
"No, no, she can