As usual, I arrived half an hour early at Mr. Yan's house in the morning, and the butler once again strongly invited him to wait in the living room.

The scenery on the other side of the waterside pavilion became tiresome to explore. Gu Qinglan changed into a pair of disposable slippers and finally stepped into the main hall through the front entrance. Passing through two beautifully carved stone pillars, the interior of the hall was decorated in a very simple manner. The reddish wooden furniture resembled the deep, rich color of red wine. A solid-colored wool lamb blanket was strewn on the floor, basking in the sunlight. The potted plants stood proudly in vibrant green, and the room was filled with ample light and the serene melodies of birds chirping.

In the side hall to the left, a corner of a dining table was revealed. At this time, Mr. Yan was indeed having his breakfast. Gu Qinglan caught a whiff of the fragrance of lean meat porridge.

Gu Qinglan couldn't resist her appetite. She had only eaten two bowls of wonton and a pancake when she arrived, so she was feeling a bit hungry. A woman wearing an apron walked out with a smile and said, "Have you eaten? Feel free to taste Auntie's cooking." Her demeanor was friendly, as if he were visiting a neighbor.

Gu Qinglan really wanted to refuse and make excuses: "No, no, I'm full." However, her feet did not obey her and walked forward on their own.

"The young man looks really good, so handsome and tall." The auntie had a face full of contentment. "Come inside quickly and have something to eat."

Gu Qinglan pretended to resist and reluctantly entered, pausing for a moment.

In front of my eyes stood Mr. Yan, not an eye-catching presence, but there was a certain quietness about him that seemed to draw people in, making it impossible to ignore him. He was wearing a light-colored polo shirt, with an energetic gleam in his eyes. His jet-black hair was neatly combed, and each strand stood out distinctly against the sunlight shining from behind, casting a scattered light onto the old scar on his left cheek. It harmonized with the scenery outside the window, giving off a mysterious charm reminiscent of classical paintings.

Mr. Yan didn't show any particular reaction when he saw Gu Qinglan coming in.

Gu Qinglan didn't dare to take the initiative and stood there stiffly, feeling a bit regretful that he shouldn't have come in. For some reason, he had always been a little afraid of Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan finished swallowing the food in his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then gestured for him to sit down.

Gu Qinglan sat at the end, hearing the enthusiastic voice of her aunt coming from the kitchen. "I'll go scoop a bowl of porridge for you. The vegetarian dumplings and shrimp dumplings in the morning are really delicious."

Gu Qinglan took the bowl of lean meat porridge in her hands. It smelled fragrant. After glancing at Mr. Yan, Gu Qinglan then picked up a vegetarian steamed bun.

The paragraph translates to: "It really is delicious," Gu Qinglan praised, and Auntie smiled with joy.

Mr. Yan had already finished eating. He picked up the newspaper and waited for him. Surprisingly, there was still a newspaper. Gu Qinglan was very surprised.

On the second and third days, Auntie warmly invited him to have meals with enthusiasm. The sound of joy filled the kitchen, and the portions for breakfast also gradually increased. Auntie thought to herself, this little Gu sure has quite the appetite.

Gu Qinglan discovered a bad habit of Mr. Yan when he eats. Mr. Yan does not like to chew slowly and savor his food. With just a couple of chomps in his cheek, the food is swiftly sent down his throat. It's not a crude swallow, but rather a crisp and efficient gulp, as if his throat were a blender. The prominent Adam's apple rolls with a masculine charm. However, this is not good for the stomach. Like a routine task, the corners of his mouth and his chin are always clean. It seems that the taste of the food is not fully appreciated before it is digested.

No wonder Auntie is so enthusiastic towards herself. For a chef, the greatest hope is to have a foodie to eat. Gu Qinglan is exactly that kind of professional gourmet.

On the fourth day, Mr. Yan, as usual, finished his breakfast first. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and glanced at Gu Qinglan, who felt somewhat guilty and hurriedly focused on eating. He didn't even know what he was feeling guilty about.

Suddenly, Mr. Yan's voice sounded with a hint of sarcasm, "Is it because you want to freeload that you come early every day?"

Gu Qinglan coughed a little but managed to swallow the food without spitting it out. Then, she raised her head pitifully and said, "It wasn't like that at first, but later on, I really just really liked Aunt Mei Yi's breakfast. It's so delicious."

Aunt Meiyi's face lit up with joy as she exclaimed, "Yan Lin, don't just call him Xiao Gu, this young man has a huge appetite. He comes to eat every day, and it brings me so much happiness."

Mr. Yan's gaze softened, but he remained silent.

Gu Qinglan didn't know what this meant, so Aunt Meiyi patted his shoulder and said, "Aunt will make authentic beef sauce pancakes for you tomorrow."

Gu Qinglan couldn't help but salivate, "Mmm, thank you for your kindness, Auntie."

Before returning to the office, Aunt Mei gently grabbed his hand and said, "Xiao Gu, Yan Lin may seem difficult to approach, but that's not what he truly means..." She paused, as if sighing, "He's actually a good kid, with a heart kinder than anyone else's... No one knows the pain he carries inside." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, revealing a profound sense of sadness.

Under the influence of her, Gu Qinglan might have a tendency to act like a drama queen. Her eyes also turned red as she said, "Auntie, I know that Mr. Yan is actually very kind..."

The two clasped hands, their hearts connected as if in synchronization, with tears welling up in their eyes. In truth, Gu Qinglan herself didn't know why she suddenly felt so melancholic. Ever since their separation, it seemed that her emotions became extremely susceptible to external influences.

Mr. Yan frowned as he watched the scene of maternal love and filial piety in the car, with a puzzled expression: I wonder... .jpg.

When Gu Qinglan came out, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looking puzzled: Why did he just shed tears for no apparent reason?