Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 816 - 806. Marital Affection (Group Image)

Chapter 816: 806. Marital Affection (Group Image)

Mrs. Zhao binge-watched dramas last night and didn’t get up until well past dawn. As she walked downstairs and looked at the empty living room, she couldn’t help but sigh:

The kids are at university, and my husband isn’t home—I can binge-watch until the sky turns dark or dine all by myself!

Ah, the life of a wealthy housewife can really go downhill!

She arrived at the dining room in high spirits: "Toast two pieces of oat bread for me, add some low-fat... Oh dear, I’ve gained a bit more weight, better not eat too much."

The maid smiled and responded, "Right away." She then turned around and noticed a pretty gift box on the table, which reminded her:

"Madam, this is the grand opening gift box from Changleju, they said it’s limited supply daily, containing delicacies, quite a rare taste. They insisted I urge you to try a bite..."

Her impression was quite vivid: "That delivery boy swore to heaven; he said if it weren’t a delicacy, tossing it in the trash would be justified."

Wow! After such a pitch, Mrs. Zhao’s appetite was piqued! She opened the gift box, and there was an invitation on top—

Grand opening of Changleju.

There are way too many restaurants and hotels opening these days. Mrs. Zhao casually set the invitation aside and curiously examined the contents inside.

There was a plate of creamy yellow chestnut cake, exceptionally delicate in size, just one bite each. They were separated into three groups of three, clearly different flavors.

Then, there was a luminous white dessert, lifting the lid revealed an ordinary-looking tremella soup.

Lastly, a tiny portion of tea leaves was separately packed in a small wooden box.

Mrs. Zhao: ...

She had received plenty of invitations and gifts, but one with such a stingy portion was truly rare.

Frustrated, she took a photo and posted it on her social media:

[The beloved Changleju of the old gentleman has gradually changed its image... Time spares no one!][Photo]

Once posted on social media, comments came in immediately:

[Oh Zhao sis, still calling yourself old? You look like a college student when you step outside!]

[Changleju? Ah, indeed it’s an old establishment, the chef there hosted my mother’s birthday banquet one year.]

[Only Mrs. Zhao has such influence, Changleju has been our century-old store, offering you an invitation for its grand opening!]

[My family also received one this morning... Your comment indeed shows it’s an old store. Business is tough; I’ll give it a try.]

Mrs. Zhao scrolled through twice and felt nothing much after seeing a few, so she tossed the phone aside.

Bored, she picked up the bowl of tremella soup, thinking the old shop was really going downhill, but the slightly chilled tremella soup instantly revitalized her spirit once it entered her mouth!

How is it so delicious?!

The finely dissolved tremella melted in her mouth, silky smooth to swallow, with a perfect hint of sweetness... Essentially, it was tremella soup, yet entirely different from any she had tasted before!

Mrs. Zhao was invigorated, unable to hold back, and forgetting about her dieting efforts, she scooped up with a spoon and scraped the small bowl clean in no time!

"Madam..." The maid was stunned nearby.

She wanted to say you had milk tea for your diet yesterday, if you crave tremella, we could stew some this afternoon!

Still, Mrs. Zhao no longer cared about others’ opinions, seeing no more soup left, she simply opened the lid on the chestnut cake dish and directly picked up a cake!

The first bite was soft and chewy, followed by intense sweetness, and then...

Who cares about the rest, it was just delicious, delicious, delicious!

When she snapped back to reality, there was only one chestnut cake left in her hand.

The maid cautiously observed her, "Are... are you very hungry?"

Mrs. Zhao’s face turned red.

However, being a businesswoman, she had thick enough skin. She coughed and laboriously set down the chestnut cake again, before dragging back the invitation card—

The invitation card didn’t beat around the bush. The central message was simple: Tonight, Changleju invites everyone to taste rare gourmet food.

Mrs. Zhao’s spirits lifted, and she immediately called her husband, "Are you free tonight? Join me for dinner."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then a negotiated reply, "How about tomorrow? I have a meeting at seven tonight, and it’s quite important..."

"You cold-hearted capitalist, who wants to attend your meetings at 7 PM!" She angrily hung up the phone, but as she stared at the lonely custard-colored chestnut cake on the plate, her expression gradually became smug.

"Brew the tea in this box and put it in my cup. Also, ask the driver to get ready, I’m going to deliver lunch to Old Zhao."

"Huh?" The maid checked the time—it was only 10:30 AM!

"What... should we arrange for lunch delivery?"

Mrs. Zhao lifted her chin, gesturing towards the table:

"Isn’t it because I care so deeply for my husband, Old Zhao, that I’m worried he’ll miss out on such good things... Here, I’ll send him the pastries and tea."

The maid: ...

...

Old Zhao in the office soon felt this marital devotion.

How should it be described?

He looked at the small plate with a chestnut cake lonelier than his only son, feeling the marital devotion, but not entirely.

Mrs. Zhao looked at him with a face full of deep affection, "Try it, we should share good things together. I’ve gone through a lot of trouble to bring it here."

Alas, blame her greedy mouth, it was a close call not eating it on the way! But after all, Old Zhao was more important.

For a moment, Mrs. Zhao was moved by her own sincere love.

Mr. Zhao: ...

Alright, let’s eat then.

He pinched the quail egg-sized chestnut cake with his fingers, obviously disdainful, but as soon as the pastry touched his mouth, the rich chestnut flavor completely unfolded, making his eyes widen in surprise!

How could it be so delicious?!

He looked at Mrs. Zhao with eyes full of disbelief. Mrs. Zhao then gloated:

"How is it? I saved such a delicious thing for you. You tell me, you aren’t even willing to join me for dinner..."

What else could Mr. Zhao say? He chewed carefully, swallowed slowly, feeling the taste of the chestnut cake filling his mouth, his only thought now was to have his assistant quickly buy ten more!

Seeing his reaction, Mrs. Zhao was completely satisfied. She casually twisted open the water cup, and then a burst of wafting tea fragrance hit her face.

Mr. Zhao nearby: ...What’s that smell??!

He suddenly jumped up, almost heartbroken as if seeing a cow chew peonies, "How could you use this kind of cup for tea?!"

He’s a middle-aged man! Middle-aged men love their tea hobby to death!

Mrs. Zhao was also dazed, "I just grabbed the cup and left... How was I to know the tea was so good!"

At most, the maid reluctantly handed over the cup, "Madam, the tea smells nice!"

The couple exchanged a glance, and the next moment, a smile spread across Mr. Zhao’s face, "Wife..."

But Mrs. Zhao quickly twisted the lid back on and swiftly retreated, escaping with haste, "I’ve still got things to do, you’re busy, you have your meeting!"