"You really don’t give people a moment’s peace. It’s freezing outside, do you not want your feet anymore?" Yan Song’s tone was gloomy as he slapped her butt with a loud "smack, smack." Yun Ya’s cheeks blushed slightly as she hid in his arms, "I woke up and couldn’t find you. I felt scared, so I rushed out..." "Even if you were anxious, you shouldn’t run out barefoot. The cold will get into your body. Are you trying to worry me to death?" Yun Ya looked at the bowl that had fallen and shattered on the ground, "What was inside? It’s all spilled." "Ginger soup I made for you, to warm your blood and dispel the cold. There’s more in the pot; I’ll bring another bowl for you later." "Did you make it yourself?" Yan Song glanced down at her, "Other than you, who else in this world could get me into the kitchen?" Yun Ya grinned and nestled in his embrace, "It’s my honor. I’m hungry and want to eat noodles made by you." Yan Song laughed as he placed her back on the bed, "Alright, alright, I’ll go make some." "There should be a poached egg on top, cooked eight minutes..." "Alright." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel·fiɾe·net No matter what Yun Ya asked for, he readily agreed. He covered Yun Ya’s legs with the quilt, slid his hand under the covers, and her feet were icy. Yan Song used his hands to warm her feet, only for Yun Ya to realize that Yan Song was dressed lightly, with a shirt, a wool sweater covering it, and a woolen coat on top. He looked cold, yet his hands were scorching. In no time, Yun Ya’s feet were warm. Yan Song took a hot water bottle out of his pocket and tucked it under the covers, "Your feet are often cold, so keep a hot water bottle nearby. I’ll change the water when it cools." He said, patting Yun Ya’s hair and smiling, "You rest well; I’ll go make those noodles for you." Yun Ya remarked disdainfully, "You touched my feet and then touched my head; isn’t that dirty?" "They’re your feet, and you think they’re dirty?" Yun Ya suddenly laughed and said, "Brother Yan, don’t you have OCD? How come you’re touching my feet?" Yan Song’s eyes darkened as he pressed closer, "Meeting you cured my OCD." Yun Ya’s heart skipped a beat, yet this time, Yan Song only pecked her lips lightly before stepping back, "You rest up." With that, he went to the door and squatted down to pick up the broken porcelain pieces. "Let Ah Yun clean it up." Yun Ya looked at the handsome man who even squatted down gracefully, her eyes sparkling. "No need, I’ll do it." Yan Song collected the porcelain pieces and left. Yun Ya, bored, leaned against the headboard, glanced at the red sky outside, and suddenly sat up straight to grab her phone from the bedside table. Seeing the time, it was already past five in the afternoon. Oh no, Aunt Zhuang had asked her to accompany her in the afternoon to visit the old man, but she had overslept, and now it was past five. How would she explain this to Aunt Zhuang? Calling Ah Yun inside, Yun Ya asked, "Did Aunt Zhuang come over in the afternoon?" "She did. At that time, Young Master Yan told Third Lady that Miss was sleeping, and the Third Lady instructed him to let you sleep well and not to disturb you, then she left." Ah Yun answered honestly. Yun Ya patted her head, "Why didn’t you wake me?" Ah Yun laughed, "Miss, don’t fret. Third Lady really cares about you and won’t misunderstand you because of this." Yun Ya waved her hand, "Forget it." She had always been too cautious, but today, after a heart-to-heart with Aunt Zhuang, she understood one thing. In dealing with Aunt Zhuang, sincerity and naturalness are paramount. If she treats her like a daughter, she should treat her like a mother. What misunderstandings could exist between a mother and daughter? "Miss, you have no idea how well Young Master Yan Song treats you. He even personally cooked ginger soup, which scared all the kitchen workers. Soon, the entire Capital City will know how much Young Master Yan Song cherishes his fiancée." A young master, who usually has everything done for him, personally cooked just to make a bowl of ginger soup; such a man is really hard to find in today’s world. Yun Ya chuckled and lay back down. Originally she thought it was surprising enough for the young master to cook up a bowl of ginger soup, but then he returned and sent out all the servants. Now, all the servants gathered by the door, craning their necks to see the man bustling about, unable to contain their shock in their eyes. The man first took off his coat and placed it over the back of a chair, then rolled up his sleeves and started washing vegetables. The man was very tall, wearing a wool sweater and black trousers, which made him appear even more elegant and slender. As he bent down to wash the vegetables, he looked exceptionally serious, his side profile handsome and captivating, making the crowd of maid servants stare without blinking. Some young girls even almost drooled. "That perfect body proportion, that slender waist, those long legs, surely he has an eight-pack abs...."