With a sigh, Yun Lintian stretched his limbs, his joints popping softly, and reluctantly pushed himself off the comfortable sofa.
He ambled into the kitchen. The air was thick with the warm, delicious smells of a home-cooked meal. He saw his sister's busy back as she expertly tended to a sizzling wok. A teasing smile touched his lips.
"Whoever marries our Yueyue in the future will be the luckiest person in the world," he said, his voice full of brotherly pride and mischief. "Not only is she beautiful, but her cooking skills are also top-tier. She's the complete package."
Yun Ningyue shot him an annoyed glare over her shoulder, though a faint hint of a smile played at the corner of her mouth. "Stop your sweet talk and get to work! Take these plates out."
Chuckling, Yun Lintian obediently picked up the stack of porcelain plates and carried them towards the dining hall. As he walked through the living room, his gaze fell upon a photo frame sitting on the television console.
