In such a kitchen filled with the smell of grease and smoke, his scent was excessively clean and pleasant.
Cheng Weiyue was startled, and after regaining her composure, she turned around happily to look at him, "Why did you come back so early?"
Zhou Jingwei looked down at the recipe on Cheng Weiyue's phone, which read "How to Make a Fruit and Vegetable Thick Soup".
He sighed, his low and husky voice brushing past her ear, "When did you arrive, and why suddenly decided to cook? Are you hungry?"
"It's not that..." Cheng Weiyue hastily denied, her voice weakening, "It's just... I was just thinking I hadn't cooked for you before, so I made it especially for you."
"Made it for me?" Zhou Jingwei repeated softly, his kiss landing on Cheng Weiyue's cheek, "How could Little Yueliang, who holds the camera, cook for me?"