She felt a bit embarrassed, then deliberately straightened her petite frame, all her flesh having gone to her chest, of all places!! Yixuan suddenly laughed, then took out bowls and chopsticks, "Come on, let’s eat." Dong Huiying nodded obediently, immediately picking up her chopsticks. "I really have missed the food you make." As she filled her bowl with food, she said, "Back when we were in Jun City, Shujun and the others helped me out; I was always the one cooking." Yixuan paused for a moment, "Aren’t you indulging Third Brother and the others too much?" Yixuan smiled, "Traditionally, it’s the man’s responsibility to cook although it’s usually Yixuan who does the cooking at home, but it’s not as if Third Brother and the rest can’t cook. By spoiling them so, it seems... it might not be so good." "You’re right," she reflected seriously, "the capable should do more, but it can be tiring!" But Yixuan was thinking about something else. If it really was as his second brother had said, what would they do if one day she reverted back to being that frightening, grotesque figure from before, after they had grown accustomed to her gentle words and laughter? For instance, when she was home, taking charge of all three meals a day, he assisted her, and the meals she cooked were even better than those of the restaurant’s cook. But after she left for a long trip, he found it hard to eat; she had pampered his stomach too much, and even his second brother felt the same. Although his second brother never mentioned it, Yixuan could tell that he loved the food she made. But after all, if you travel far, you will return once your business is concluded. Yet, such days, compared to the past, are truly luxurious. What must be done to maintain her in her current state forever? He was really afraid, afraid that she would revert to her old self. Dong Huiying looked at him, "Why do you keep staring at me, are you hungry?" "Hmm? If you’re hungry, just eat, I see there’s still a lot left; I can’t finish it all by myself." Yixuan seemed to be contemplating something, looking at her but remaining silent. Dong Huiying felt somewhat baffled, and couldn’t help but put down her chopsticks. "What’s the matter?" she asked, blinking. Yixuan suddenly felt an urge. "Why... haven’t you made a choice yet?" "As your fiancés, my six brothers and I have a marriage agreement with you according to Dayuan customs. You can choose one of us to be your husband, but why... have you never made a choice?" This was a taboo subject; that detestable woman from before would explode in rage whenever someone brought it up. Now, he too was taking a huge risk in daring to ask. Dong Huiying scratched the back of her head, "Maybe... I just haven’t felt that way?" The answer was very sincere. She quite liked these people; after all, they were all quite handsome, and she was willing to extend her care to them like friends, to treat this family that way, but... love? Never having known the taste of love, instead of saying she was their fiancée, or they were her fiancés, it felt more like... in her eyes, they were more like friends? There were moments of helpless laughter, a past of resistance, gradually blending into the present. But marriage, a lifelong commitment, for her, was too distant, far too distant. Yixuan then cupped her face, and landed a light kiss on her forehead like a dragonfly skimming water. "Then, if you don’t feel that way, let’s cultivate it! And then, choose me, let me be your husband, would that... be okay?"