CHAPTER 849: CHAPTER 849: WHAT IS THE GOAL? (7)

The décor is very warm and comfortable; a room for babies, a children’s room, and items related to children can be seen throughout the house.

This time, Ou Shihua’s return to the country is rare, and he plans to stay in China for a short period. So, he asked his wife’s secretary for the keys to this house and took a car to come here.

When the secretary opened the door for him and he walked into the house, the whole color scheme was obviously prepared for someone. Ou Shihua’s expression, though silently dim under the light’s departure.

When Ou Chunhua arrived at this house, he had already left, leaving only a secretary here.

"Madam, sir said that the young master would come over tonight, and he asked you to prepare dinner here in the house," the secretary relayed Ou Shihua’s instructions to Ou Chunhua.

Ou Chunhua did not expect that her husband would want to have a family dinner in this house.

Their family seldom gets together; normally, Ou Shihua dislikes the hassle and always suggests dining out at a hotel for family gatherings, which leaves her, the wife, with no chance to showcase her long-honed culinary skills.

Now, with Ou Shihua suddenly asking her to cook, she seemed rather unprepared.

Seeing that it was already four or five o’clock, she hurried to the nearby market and supermarket to buy things. Not just ingredients—the house had been unoccupied for a long time, so the fridge and kitchen counters were empty, and she needed to buy seasonings and even new pots, bowls, and plates.

This was equivalent to officially moving into the house.

While Ou Chunhua was busy with these tasks, she didn’t overthink things, as there was no time to think.

Because Ou Shihua indeed returned home punctually at six-thirty, only waiting for her to serve dinner.

Ou Yanan was in a car, delayed a bit due to traffic, and arrived around seven o’clock.

He was indeed unaware of this house and had never been here before.

Approaching the house, the children’s swing set on the small lawn outside left Ou Yanan a bit stunned. He thought back to his own childhood when his mother raised him at home, she hadn’t prepared such things for him.

This scene nearly made people mistake that Ou Chunhua was suddenly expecting a child herself.

Of course, this was impossible. When she had her first child, the doctor had clearly told her that her body could not bear a second one.

No chance for a second one.

"Welcome home, young master," the secretary said with a smile when opening the door for Ou Yanan. "Sir said you can start eating just as you come back."

Upon entering, Ou Yanan was immediately hit by an aroma.

It wafted all the way from the dining area by the kitchen.

Seeing him enter, Ou Shihua put down the newspaper in his hand, got up from the sofa, and walked to the dining area ahead of him to take a look.

On the long, oval dining table sat five dishes and one soup. Besides the normal beef and chicken, there was an unmissable array of seafood, including a whole wild yellow croaker and a large plate of scallion crab.

The soup was a slow-cooked soup. Since there wasn’t time to simmer it at home, Ou Chunhua had it ordered from a hotel kitchen.

Seeing the table full of delicacies, Ou Shihua couldn’t help but nod repeatedly, praising his wife: "Haven’t seen you cook for years, but the evidence shows your skills haven’t faded; you’ve never neglected your practice. It makes those of us who don’t usually eat at home feel ashamed."

Hearing these words from her husband, Ou Chunhua was naturally overjoyed and shyly replied, "As long as you know."

The couple then heard footsteps and looked up to see their tall and handsome son walking over. At that moment, their eyes were undoubtedly full of contentment and satisfaction.