Not long after, the news of Yan Song cooking for his fiancée flew out like it had wings, and the entire Yan Family was aware of it. Everyone marveled at Ji Yunya’s good fortune to have such a wonderful fiancé. In the winter, the cold is especially biting, almost below zero now, with each breath forming fog and water freezing instantly. Fearing the noodles would get cold, Yan Song packed them in a thermos, wrapped it with his coat and left the kitchen. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net As soon as Yan Song had left, the servants rushed in like a flood. There were two spoonfuls of noodle soup left in the pot, and several young maidservants exchanged glances before pouncing on it like hungry wolves. It was almost like watching dogs fight over food, "Delicious, delicious, I didn’t expect Young Master Yan Song’s cooking skills to be this good, even better than Chef Zhang’s." Chef Zhang was the head cook in the kitchen, known for his excellent skills. He’s so handsome, how can his cooking be that tasty too? It’s leaving no room for others to live... Yan Song walked down the corridor, three young girls approached from the other side, and Yan Xing shivered subconsciously at the sight of Yan Song, her knee aching at the memory. Ah Ci glanced over, her brows slightly furrowed. "Big brother." Yan Hua walked over with a gentle smile, her gaze landing on the thermos in his arms: "Has Yun Ya not had dinner yet?" Yan Song didn’t have the mind to chat with these young girls, he responded with a cool "Hmm," his expression stern, and was about to leave past the trio. Next to the corridor was a patch of thin ice formed by melted snow from the roof. Unbeknownst to her, Ah Ci stepped on it, her feet slipping, and she fell to the side. As Yan Xing gasped and reached out to grab her, Ah Ci deftly avoided her, heading straight toward Yan Song. Yan Song’s gaze darkened, he swiftly stepped back, watching without a flicker as Ah Ci fell to the ground in a pitiful posture, not even blinking. Yan Xing hurriedly crouched to help her: "Sister Ah Ci, are you alright? Why did you push me away when I was trying to help you just now..." Yan Xing, being open-hearted, blurted it out carelessly. Ah Ci felt pain all over, especially at her knees. Hearing this, she wished she could sew Yan Xing’s mouth shut with a needle, not daring to look at Yan Song’s expression, feeling uneasiness in her heart. Yan Hua furrowed her brow slightly and came forward to diffuse the situation: "Big brother, is Yun Ya alright? My studies have kept me busy these days, so I haven’t had the chance to check on her. Can I go see her later?" Yan Song glanced at her: "Not today." With that, he didn’t spare them another look, turning on his heel and swiftly leaving. That tall figure like pine and bamboo, disappeared at the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye. Ah Ci watched with wide eyes as that silhouette vanished, closing her eyes, the pain lingered. Yan Xing helped her up: "How could you be so careless, but brother is so unkind too, he could have helped you, yet he just watched you fall." Ah Ci screamed internally, why didn’t you say that when Yan Song was here? Yan Hua looked at Ah Ci calmly and said: "I saw big brother holding the thermos, if he helped Ah Ci, what would happen to the thermos? Surely it’s Yun Ya’s dinner in there. Although big brother might be stern, in this world, his gentleness is reserved for just one person, we are not fortunate enough to enjoy it." Isn’t the identity of that person obvious? Ah Ci clenched her fist, standing up, her knees aching with each step, feeling a tinge of bitterness at the thought, his gentleness, only for one person? "Second brother is back too, I’ll find a chance later to bring him over so you can chat, Sister Ah Ci, if you become my second sister-in-law later, you’ll have to properly thank me." Yan Xing said proudly. Ah Ci’s smile carried a hint of bitterness: "He’s busy too, better not. Didn’t you say you wanted to show me your gift?" "Oh right, let’s go." Yan Xing immediately tossed aside her previous thoughts, pulling Ah Ci along to run. Yan Hua shook her head and sighed, wondering when Xingxing would become more mindful. Yan Song entered holding the thermos, Yun Ya was reclining at the head of the bed reading. Seeing him enter, she wrinkled her nose and smiled: "Smells so good." Yan Song poured the noodles into a bowl, and immediately the aroma filled the entire room, Yun Ya famishedly exclaimed: "I’m starving." Yan Song picked up the chopsticks and personally offered them to Yun Ya, who took the chopsticks: "I’ll eat by myself." Having him feed her seemed a bit over the top. Yan Song handed the bowl to her: "It’s hot, take your time." Yun Ya slurped a mouthful, her eyes narrowing in comfort, she smiled sweetly at Yan Song: "Still that familiar taste." Yan Song smiled and shook his head at her, poured a cup of boiled water, repeatedly poured it between two cups to speed up the cooling, and when the temperature was right, he tried it himself then offered it to Yun Ya at her mouth.