The housekeeper couldn't make soup dumplings, so there was no helping it—Assistant Cao had to get up half an hour early.
Cao Nanyu valued his rest time greatly. After all, Xuan Zhe's workload was brutal, but people adapted little by little. Compared to sitting in front of a computer in the dead of night, desperately picking out rings with the person on the other end, getting up half an hour early was nothing.
Wen Shuang had taken special medicine before bed. When he woke up after a full night's sleep, he felt alive again—just ravenously hungry.
Xuan Zhe wasn't beside him. Wen Shuang got up and washed up. The moment he opened the bedroom door, waves of fragrance hit him, and he couldn't help taking a deep sniff. "Hmm?"
Hearing the movement, Xuan Zhe looked up. Seeing that his Little Quail was rosy-cheeked and clearly much better, he quietly relaxed. "Perfect timing. Come downstairs and eat."
Wen Shuang hugged Xuan Zhe from behind. The man seemed to possess some special kind of magic, and the two silently lingered in each other's embrace for several minutes.
Plain rice porridge was best at times like this. No sugar needed—just some pickled vegetables and soup dumplings. Shoveling it all down was pure bliss. Wen Shuang drank two bowls in a row, but when he reached for a third, Xuan Zhe stopped him.
"That's enough. If you eat more, you might feel sick again."
Wen Shuang smacked his lips and felt that he was just comfortably full, so he gave up on the idea. "I'll take a car to the set myself later. Don't drive me." Whenever he felt unwell, his resistance was weaker. Thinking back, it had been somewhat improper to let so many people see him being intimate with Xuan Zhe last