When Si Yiyan returned home, the warm yellow in the living room was filled with romance, splendor and refinement. Bright candlelight was dancing on the long table in the dining room, and the entire table was filled with exquisite and delicious food.
With just one glance, Si Yiyan could tell that these foods were all cooked by Xinya herself.
He knew that Xinya was an excellent cook, and his stomach had become more sophisticated since they had been together. However, he didn't know that in addition to medicinal food and Chinese food, she could also cook Western food so well.
Si Yiyan's whole heart suddenly became warm as if surrounded by the candlelight burning on the table.
No wonder she tried every possible means to get him out of the house in the afternoon, even going so far as to lie to him that she had to go to Lanxin Company and couldn't accompany him, making him think that she was really annoyed with him about what happened in the morning and was angry with him and didn't want to celebrate his birthday with him. Although he didn't take birthdays too seriously, he was really disappointed in his heart. He didn't expect that she was preparing to give him a surprise.
At this time, Wen Xinya came out with the foie gras sauce she had prepared herself: "You're back!"
These simple words convey a kind of warmth and naturalness that comes from an old couple who have experienced the ups and downs of life.
Si Yiyan looked at her. She was wearing a warm beige lace apron and a scarf of the same color on her head. She was not dressed up deliberately, but she was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes away.
Wen Xinya saw him standing there motionless, looking at her intently and seriously: "Why are you daydreaming? Go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon!"
After saying that, Wen Xinya turned around and went back to the kitchen.
Si Yiyan almost subconsciously followed her to the kitchen. There was steak frying in the pan in the kitchen. The sizzling sound echoed in his ears, which was unusually pleasant.
Wen Xinya turned around and looked at him: "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Didn't I tell you to go wash your hands?"
Si Yiyan didn't say anything. He walked over slowly and hugged her from behind. The cold and indifferent temperament on his body disappeared in an instant like melting ice and snow.
Wen Xinya subconsciously struggled twice and said, "No, I smell like oil smoke."
In order to give Si Yiyan a surprise, she stayed in the kitchen for the whole afternoon today. The smell of cooking fumes was particularly strong, and Si Yiyan was definitely not used to it.
Si Yiyan buried his head deep in her neck, took a deep breath, and whispered in her ear: "It's the smell of home, I like it very much."
The word "home" is a synonym for the ultimate luxury for people like them who walk on the edge of the legal system and in the gray area between black and white. He had never dared to think about it before he met Wen Xinya.
His mother's death and his father's suicide reminded him all the time that people like them did not deserve happiness, so when he was very young, he consciously refused any woman's approach. He once thought that after avenging his parents, he would use sperm as a surrogate mother to continue the noble surname Xia Si.
But, he met Wen Xinya!
Because he met the right person in his life, the other half of his life, all his pursuits, ideals and persistence were shattered one by one. It was then that he realized that the rejection and refusal were only because those women were not her!
Si Yiyan has always been a very proud and arrogant person.
Therefore, he was unwilling to compromise on anything in his life, especially the woman who was going to spend his life with him. If it wasn't her, it wouldn't be anyone else!
Wen Xinya smiled softly and said, "Just to make me happy."
The happiest thing in life is that the man you love and who loves you understands everything you do for him, instead of taking it for granted.
In love, we must also have a grateful heart.
Because of gratitude, we will become more tolerant and generous, because of gratitude, life will become more harmonious and beautiful.
Si Yiyan held her and twisted her body forcefully, but his movements were not rough and he did not hurt her gently: "Xinya, what men pursue in their lives is nothing more than passing the imperial examination and having a wedding night. The former means a successful career, and the latter means marrying the woman you love, having a beautiful wife and a carefree life. Do you think I am happy?"
The days he knew Wen Xinya were like being in heaven, so he was willing to restrain his ambitions, live peacefully in the capital, and hand over all his industries and power to Gu Yuexi and others.
"Why don't you tell me whether you are happy or not?" Wen Xinya's eyebrows were smiling, a sweet smile, like the rosy clouds that filled the sky in the evening, with a charming and moving color.
When a man tells you that he is happy to be with you, it is more touching than him telling you that he loves you.
Happiness is a feeling that is more mellow than love. It is the most moving fragrance exuded by love after aging, just like fine wine. The longer it is aged, the more fragrant and intoxicating it is, and the mellower the taste.
"My dear, the only blessing in this life is meeting you." The slightly hoarse voice is deep and soul-stirring.
Alone and lonely till death—
This was his destiny, and because of Xinya's existence, his destiny was finally changed!
He remembered what Xinya had said to her: If Buddha cannot help you achieve Nirvana, I will help you transcend!
She was the one who helped him escape his fate.
The sound of "hissing, hissing, hissing..." seemed to be close to her ear, clear and melodious, and yet seemed to be far away in the horizon, distant and vague. Wen Xinya looked at him, and her heart was overflowing with the same happiness.
Until a pungent smell suddenly entered my nose.
"Oh! My steak!" Wen Xinya finally reacted and turned around hurriedly. She saw thick smoke coming out of the pot, followed by a burnt smell.
Si Yiyan sighed!
The atmosphere was just right and the love was high, but it was ruined by a pot of burnt steak!
Wen Xinya covered her mouth and nose, quickly turned off the fire, looked at the burnt steak in the pan, and couldn't help complaining: "It's all your fault that I ruined the steak."
She originally wanted to give Si Yiyan a perfect birthday that he would never forget, but it was ruined by this pot of burnt steak. She could imagine that whenever Si Yiyan thought of this day in the future, he would definitely think of this pot of burnt steak.
Si Yiyan rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "Since I caused you to ruin the steak, I will compensate you with a pot of steak!"
After saying that, Si Yiyan pulled Si Yiyan aside.
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but think of the time when she and Si Yiyan went to the Nantong cruise auction. At that time, Si Yiyan had fried steak for her. The delicious steak and unique sauce were still fresh in Wen Xinya's memory.
Si Yiyan gently kissed Wen Xinya's lips: "Aren't you complaining about the heavy smell of cooking oil? Go take a shower and change your clothes. The steak will be ready soon."
Wen Xinya took off her apron and put it on Si Yiyan. The beige floral lace apron was bought according to her body size. It looked out of place on Si Yiyan, a bit like a bellyband.
Wen Xinya was suddenly happy and left the kitchen laughing.