The days that followed were perhaps the happiest stretch of Chu Ge's life.
Perhaps because he'd come through every one of last night's various "tests" with flying colors and good behavior, the Qiu Wuji of the days after swept aside her earlier habit of finding excuses to beat him up and turned thoroughly virtuous and gentle.
Chu Ge got up early to practice and write; Qiu Wuji went out to buy a chicken and stew soup.
The rich smell of chicken soup drifted through the apartment—enough to tempt his mind right away from his writing.
As for the routine tea-and-water service, he was used to that by now, but she'd added all sorts of new flourishes. First it was cut fruit; then, when the juicer he'd ordered on Taobao arrived, she eagerly set about mastering juicing. A glass of iced juice set in front of him on a sweltering day nearly moved Chu Ge to tears.
Even breakfast began changing from day to day. The juicer could grind soy milk too, and Qiu Wuji would never again drink that awful store-bought soy milk with who knew how much water cut into it—she bought soybeans and ground it fresh herself.
Fresh soy milk first thing in the morning; spirit tea and juice while writing; chicken soup with meals.