A Toast to Haijing's Peaceful Days and a Warm Home!

A Toast to Haijing's Peaceful Days and a Warm Home!

Lin Baici didn't go home. He went to the residential complex where Gu Qingxiang lived.

He had a key, so he let himself in.

When he saw that the floor had been cleaned, with none of the dust that would have accumulated over so many days, and that the dishes in the kitchen showed signs of having been used in the past couple of days, Lin Baici breathed a sigh of relief.

His counselor had finally come back.

He hurriedly took out his phone and called Gu Qingxiang.

She answered after a few rings.

"Hello!"

Gu Qingxiang's voice was calm and even, like an ancient spring that had remained unchanged for years.

"Qingxiang, how have you been lately?"

Lin Baici was probing. He was worried that his counselor had run into trouble but didn't want to tell him.

"Pretty good!"

Gu Qingxiang was concise, leaving Lin Baici unsure how to respond.

He could only press on awkwardly.

"Should I cook dinner tonight?"

Lin Baici was ready to show off his skills.

"Sure!"

"What do you want to eat?"

Lin Baici knew how to cook quite a few dishes. He couldn't help it; his mother worked hard, so he'd learned to cook to make things easier for her when she got home.

His food wasn't anything special, just standard home cooking.

"Stir-fried pork with garlic scapes, scallion eggs, moo shu pork, and mapo tofu!"

Gu Qingxiang placed her order.

Lin Baici wasn't slow on the uptake. By the time he heard the third dish, he'd realized these were the dishes he'd first cooked for her at her home—and even the order was the same as the order he'd carried them out of the kitchen.

He hadn't expected his counselor to remember