Yan Song released her and huffed, "Just like that, are you scared?" Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, "Scared of you?" As the words fell, she flipped him over and pressed him beneath her, straddling him, and took the initiative to kiss his lips. Yan Song’s brows quirked up slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. It was rare to see such an enthusiastic and unrestrained side of Yun Ya, truly... a sight to behold. After their playfight, Yun Ya’s stomach conveniently growled, and Yan Song laughed as he ruffled her hair, "I’ll go cook." With that said, he rolled up his sleeves and strode into the kitchen with his long legs. He first tidied up the disarrayed kitchen, efficiently restoring order within two minutes. Then he washed rice, put it in the pot to cook, took out the vegetables, washed and chopped them—his knife skills were excellent, with crisp and rhythmic "chop chop chop" sounds. Yun Ya leaned against the doorframe to watch, unable to help but marvel. Just by his posture alone, his cooking skill couldn’t be far off. She herself was skilled with a scalpel, universally praised, so why did she falter when it came to wielding a kitchen knife? Yun Ya just couldn’t comprehend it. "I can’t cook, while your culinary skills are superb, perfectly complementing each other, a match made in heaven." Yun Ya commented with a grin. Yan Song expertly cracked and whisked eggs, poured them into the frying pan, spreading into a thin omelet, the "sizzle sizzle" sound accompanied by the aroma easily awakening one’s appetite. Taking a pause, Yan Song glanced back at her with a half-smile, "You’re quite good at singing your own praises." Yun Ya’s eyes widened, "Are you saying that’s not the case?" Yan Song shook his head with a laugh, "Would I dare to say otherwise?" Yun Ya said proudly, "I knew you wouldn’t dare." Yan Song flipped the omelet out of the pan, a thin golden layer, perfect in color and appearance. "You were born to be a princess, only others should serve you, who would dare to let you serve them? That would short their lives." Yun Ya’s smile faded slightly, but unfortunately Yan Song, with his back turned to her, couldn’t see. A princess, huh? She never felt that way. Immediately after, mimicking a higher pitch, Yan Song continued, "Your Highness, from now on, allow me to serve you tea and water, warm your bed, and cook your meals. Are you satisfied with that?" Yun Ya’s smile returned as she ran over and hugged him from behind, "You tease." "So, do you like such a ’teasing’ person?" Yun Ya nodded vigorously, "Yes, very much so." So much, so very much... Soon, the table was laden with a lavish breakfast, and Yun Ya had to admire her own taste—how did she manage to lure such a capable man into her bed? Yan Song handed her a bowl full of congee, and Yun Ya took a sip. Even ordinary congee tasted different. Over breakfast, Yun Ya said, "Uncle Chang delivered vegetables this morning and told me about last night’s events. Do you want to know the outcome?" Yun Ya asked, her eyes sparkling. Yan Song put a peeled egg into her bowl and arched an eyebrow, "What happened?" With excitement, Yun Ya explained, "That useless cop was dismissed from his position and detained for fifteen days. In any case, he won’t be able to continue in this line of work. Uncle Chang bailed out the thugs and took them to some secluded place where they got a good beating, especially the ringleader, who got it the worst. They ended up crying for mercy, and then Uncle Chang made them help out at the old man’s stall, with beatings promised for any laziness. Although Uncle Chang had good intentions, now nobody dares to eat the dumplings there." Yan Song chuckled, "Serves them right." "But this type of thug is found in every city. Wherever there are people, sin breeds. These people want to gain without working for it, using violence to profit from oppressing the populace, eventually turning to crime. Now with the collusion between officials and outlaws, a temporary fix won’t ensure a permanent solution. The old man was lucky to meet us; otherwise, he would have been oppressed even worse." Yan Song nodded in understanding, "As time progresses, this is inevitably the case." His tone was indifferent, as if accustomed to such affairs. Of course, he came from an official aristocratic family, unlike ordinary folks, how could he genuinely empathize with the populace? Yun Ya had an idea in mind, but it wasn’t fully formed yet. She’d talk about it later. For original chapters go to novel⚑fire.net After the meal, Yan Song insisted on taking care of the dirty dishes himself without letting Yun Ya lift a finger, and returned to the kitchen to wash up. Only then did Yun Ya have time to go online. She had kept silent from yesterday till now, and many media outlets were camping outside the Ji Family Manor waiting for her to show up. However, their hair might turn white before they glimpsed a sign of her, as the servants stepping out responded with ignorance to any question, driving the reporters nearly insane. The story of Ji Yunya’s love life had fermented and been hyped up even more overnight, without any behind-the-scenes push, completely driven by Ji Yunya’s own popularity.