Whose Love is Not Lonely

“The most important thing about eating is the cook’s sincerity. The more homely the dish, the more it touches the heart!” Gu Yanzheng picked up a piece of pork belly, “Not too fatty, the tea tree mushrooms are well-seasoned, the taste is really good!”

A hint of happiness quietly crept up from Chu’e’s heart. “Try the soup!” She tied her apron and ladled a bowl of soup for him, watching him eat with relish, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.

Gu Yanzheng stared at her smile, lost in thought.

This scene was like a smooth, elegant painting: a virtuous wife serving soup to her husband, and a husband returning home and enjoying his wife’s cooking, feeling so warm, so cozy! Gu Yanzheng’s mind wandered. Wasn’t this exactly what he had longed for all these years? A life like an ordinary couple! Yet, such a simple wish was so difficult to realize!

“What’s wrong?” Seeing his strange expression, Chu’e asked curiously.

“Xiao Yue,” Gu Yanzheng suddenly sighed, “Whoever marries you in the future will have accumulated good karma from past lives!”

Chu’e was stunned, a blush quietly spreading across her cheeks.

After Gu Yanzheng left, Chu’e cleaned the dishes and tidied the kitchen. She then took a book and a cup of water, sitting on the bamboo mat sofa in the living room. Before turning a few pages, she was captivated by a few lines of poetry:

You know I have a husband, yet you gift me two bright pearls.
Feeling your lingering affection, bound in a red gauze robe.
My family’s high towers and connected courtyards rise,
My love stands with bright spear in hand.
Knowing your heart is as constant as the sun and moon,
I vow to serve my husband until death do us part.
Returning the bright pearls, tears falling,
Wishing we had met before I was married.
Returning the bright pearls, tears falling,
Wishing we had met before I was married!

Chu’e murmured the lines, a touch of melancholy slowly climbing her heart.

This noon is so beautiful, with a gentle breeze outside the window, the gauze curtain flickering, crystal curtains colliding and creating crisp, delicate sounds. The air conditioning is on, filling the room with coolness.

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