This made Song Xiaodong unsure whether to feel glad or speechless. Yang Yushi prepared these things, presumably for him to see. Does it mean she looks down on his diplomatic skills, or is it to save him the trouble of investigating?

Anyway, it saves Song Xiaodong a lot of effort, so why not enjoy it?

About an hour later, Yang Yushi came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands on the apron around her waist, and lifted her hair with a cheerful smile, saying, "Xiaodong, dinner's ready."

Song Xiaodong's gaze froze, staring at Yang Yushi dazedly, not moving for a few seconds.

Yang Yushi sensed the peculiarity in Song Xiaodong's gaze, and as he returned to normal, she smiled and said, "What's up? Feeling touched suddenly?"

Song Xiaodong stood up and said, "Seeing you just now, I suddenly remembered my sister; she used to call me to eat in the same way."

"Your sister, huh. But she's your wife now, spending every day with you. Why do you still miss it?"

"Life is better now, my sister has a lot of things to do every day, and it's been a long time since we've spent time alone, nor has she cooked for me like that."

Yang Yushi said, "That's just gains and losses, right? The environment changes, and people change a lot too."

Song Xiaodong shook his head and laughed, "Yes, now I get to be with my sister for a lifetime. I can't be too greedy. Letting her have a good life has been my biggest wish since childhood, now it's fulfilled, I should be content."

"You should be most thrilled that you turned her into your wife. Hey, making your sister your wife, isn't that a strange feeling?"

Song Xiaodong's face darkened and said, "Yushi, the way you asked... Why does it feel a bit odd to me?"

"Cough... I didn't mean it like that, but I'm really curious. I can sense the bond between you and your sister is very strong, so suddenly making your sister your wife—must be a complex journey, right?"

"I don't know either." Song Xiaodong replied directly and said, "The taste is not bad, let me try your skill."

Yang Yushi is quite a tactful woman, realizing Song Xiaodong doesn't want to talk about it, she smiled and said, "Come on, come on, you should only praise me, no criticism, otherwise it would hurt my feelings."

Song Xiaodong laughed, "I'm not one for hypocrisy."

The two sat down, and Yang Yushi also opened a bottle of red wine, which had already breathed by then, poured both a glass, and raised her glass saying, "Xiaodong, thank you for accompanying me to Africa."

Song Xiaodong raised his glass slightly and said, "Mutually beneficial." Then took a sip.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, come try my handiwork."

Song Xiaodong casually picked a dish to taste, while Yang Yushi watched him with a hint of nervousness on her face.

"Not bad, really not bad!"

Song Xiaodong chewed a couple of times and couldn't help but compliment.

Yang Yushi's eyes turned into a crescent moon, "Just not bad, huh?"

Song Xiaodong tried another dish and said, "Your cooking is indeed better than many ordinary chefs. Keep this up, you might become a head chef at a five-star hotel."

"No flattery, right?"

"Of course not." Song Xiaodong continued to taste each dish, nodding repeatedly, "Didn't expect you to have such good cooking skills."

"When I'm free, I like making small dishes and stuff, seems these years haven't been for nothing."

Song Xiaodong could sense the implied sentiment from Yang Yushi, somewhat a confessional tone, but pretended to be oblivious and raised his glass, saying, "Thanks for the hospitality, Yushi, here's a toast with your wine."

"Cheers!" Yang Yushi smiled brightly, raised her glass and took a sip, with extremely graceful and beautiful movements. Even though Song Xiaodong had seen many beauties, he couldn't help but glance over again.

Yang Yushi ate little, mostly resting her cheeks and watching Song Xiaodong eat.

Song Xiaodong focused on eating, occasionally complimenting, but rarely looked up at Yang Yushi.

Normally, that would be quite impolite, but Yang Yushi didn't mind at all, instead enjoyed such a feeling, already used to the various men's focused gazes, and gentlemanly behavior in her presence.

She found those really phony, while Song Xiaodong's casual attitude, seemingly ignoring her presence, had a poison-like attraction to her.

Of course, this requires Song Xiaodong to have enough strength; otherwise, wouldn't any random hooligan on the street draw her attention?

"Phew... I'm full." Song Xiaodong finally put down his chopsticks, drank the remaining wine in one gulp, then leaned back in the chair, even patted his belly.

Yang Yushi handed Song Xiaodong a napkin and said with a smile, "In this situation, I thought you always want to drink with me, trying to get me drunk."

Song Xiaodong laughed heartily and said, "Getting drunk is just an excuse women find for themselves; it's because they're willing to begin with, otherwise they wouldn't get drunk."

Yang Yushi giggled, "You have a point. Seems like all those wives, this experience hasn't come for nothing."

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