Night fell, and the several-hundred-square-meter flat was brightly lit.
Zhang Yang opened a bottle of red wine, and the three of them sipped while enjoying the boundless beauty of the night.
"Brother-in-law, your cooking is this good." Bei Jiajia kept moving her chopsticks as she gave him a thumbs-up.
Of course, Zhang Yang's cooking was nothing compared to that of a professional chef, but for home-cooked dishes, it was more than solid.
Besides, the ingredients for these dishes were top-notch enough.
"If it tastes good, eat more. Don't leave any for me—I hate wasting food, and I don't want leftovers." Zhang Yang smiled, casually raising his glass to clink it with the little sweetheart beside him.
"Absolutely!" Bei Jiajia quickly patted her chest.
There were many dishes on the table, each in small portions. The three of them ate and chatted, and everything was just right.
After dinner, each of them had a small dessert. They stood on the balcony, nibbling at it while leaning against the railing, looking at Pudong's lights reflected on the river and feeling the river breeze. For a moment, they all felt the dazed delight of being intoxicated by the evening wind.
"I think... I'm a little drunk." Bei Jiajia held her forehead, her cheeks flushed red. "No, I need to head back early."
Her steps swayed as she walked, though it was hard to tell whether she was putting on an act.
"Why don't you stay the night? Find a room and sleep here." Zhang Yang found it amusing.
"Ah, stay here?" Bei Jiajia immediately steadied herself, and her eyes became clear. "Wouldn't I disturb you and my sister? After all, you two... a brief separation makes the reunion sweeter... um..."
Bei Wei gave a light reproachful snort and turned to leave. As she