Let's work together

Su Yang was cooking noodles in the kitchen, while Lu Yun and Xia Zhiyu turned around to observe the environment on the first floor.

Seeing a hallway behind the TV wall, the two walked over curiously to take a look.

Walking down the hallway, they saw a rectangular swimming pool inside, and opposite the pool was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Through the window, they could see the villa's beautiful backyard, a large lawn, and an outdoor pool.

Xia Zhiyu swallowed hard, looked at Lu Yun, and said, "Sister Little Lu, Brother Su Yang's house is so big and beautiful~"

"Yeah, it's also my first time visiting his new house. It really is beautiful~" Lu Yun's eyes revealed a look of envy.

Although Su Yang's villa was nothing special in upper-class circles, to ordinary people, it was a super mansion.

It was a dream that most people could never achieve even if they worked hard their whole lives.

As they looked around, the two unconsciously walked to the edge of the backyard pool. Standing there, they could overlook the city scenery below the mountainside.

In the distance, cars came and went on the streets, and tall buildings stood in great numbers across the riverbank.

Nearby, the courtyard was filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and the sunlight sparkled on the surface of the pool.

The combination of noise and tranquility was perfectly balanced, which was one of the major advantages of a mid-mountain villa.

Actually, it wasn't that noticeable during the day, but at night, one could invite a few friends and a few girls over.

The guys could lie on the lounge chairs by the pool, burn some incense, and overlook the city's night view, while the girls played in the pool.

Afterward, they could return to the living room to play PS5, sing songs, or go to the gaming room to play music and chess.

They could do whatever they wanted. That kind of life was truly enjoyable, and it was undoubtedly the ideal perfect life for most men.

...

"Sigh, a big villa like this must cost tens of millions at least. We shouldn't even dream about it in this lifetime~" Lu Yun shook her head and sighed.

"Yeah. Although everyone likes mansions, I'm actually quite satisfied with the small house I live in now."

"If I can afford to buy a two-bedroom or three-bedroom apartment of my own in the future, I'll be content~" Xia Zhiyu looked into the distance, her eyes full of longing for the future.

Lu Yun turned her head and encouraged her, "Your dream isn't that big of a dream. It will definitely come true~"

"We're working at Su Yang's restaurant now. As long as we work hard, it won't be long before you can afford a down payment~"

Hearing this, Xia Zhiyu became visibly happy. "That's right, Sister Little Lu, let's work hard together!!"

"Okay!"

After the two chatted for a while, Su Yang's shout came from the living room.

"Little Lu? Little Yu, where are you guys?"

"Sister Little Lu, did you hear that? Brother Su Yang seems to be calling us?"

"Hmm? Did he? How come I didn't hear him?"

Just as Lu Yun finished speaking, Su Yang appeared behind the floor-to-ceiling window and waved at the two of them. "You two, hurry up and come eat noodles. They're ready!"

"I told you he was calling us~"

"His house is too big, I didn't even hear it."

Lu Yun smiled, turned around, and replied, "Coming~"

Su Yang returned to the dining room first. He had cooked three bowls of fragrant noodles, fried three soft-boiled eggs, and brought a bottle of yogurt for each of the two girls.

"Hurry, hurry, noodles can't sit for too long, or they'll get clumpy and won't taste good."

"Alright." The two said as they quickly walked over to the dining table and sat down.

"Wow, it smells so good~" Lu Yun picked up her chopsticks and stirred, already a bit impatient.

Xia Zhiyu smelled the hot steam rising from the bowl. "Just smelling it makes my mouth water~"

Su Yang looked at the two of them and grinned. "Then eat up, stop praising it."

"Okay~"

The two quickly buried their heads and dug in. In less than two minutes, their mouths were covered in oil.

"It's so delicious!!!" Lu Yun gave Su Yang a thumbs up while eating.

"If it's good, eat more. If it's not enough, I'll cook more."

"It's enough, it's enough."

Soon, the three finished breakfast, and Xia Zhiyu rushed to take the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen to wash them.

Su Yang didn't bother being overly polite with the two of them. He went behind the coffee machine to make coffee, while Lu Yun watched attentively from the side.

"Do you want an Americano or a milk coffee?"

"Milk coffee~"

"Okay~" Su Yang agreed, opening a new bag of coffee beans and pouring them into the automatic grinder.

He distributed and tamped the ground coffee powder, placed it on the espresso machine to extract, then opened a bottle of milk, poured it into a frothing pitcher, and inserted the steam wand to froth the milk.

Under the blast of the steam, it made a hissing sound, quickly frothing the milk into a dense foam.

By this time, the coffee had finished extracting. Su Yang held the coffee cup in his left hand and shook the frothing pitcher in his right.

"Little Lu, what kind of pattern do you want?"

"Can you do anything?" Lu Yun asked with a face full of curiosity.

"Hmm... as long as it's not too complicated, I can basically do it."

"Then make a heart~" Lu Yun blurted out.

As soon as she said it, she thought of what a heart represented. Although a heart was the simplest and most common latte art pattern, how would Lu Yun know that? The first thing that came to her mind was a heart.

She subconsciously hoped that Su Yang would give her a little heart.

Su Yang smiled and said, "Okay~ This is easy, I'll make two for you~"

After Su Yang finished swirling, he poured the milk foam into the coffee cup in a circular motion to blend it, and then very skillfully drew two beautiful little hearts on the left and right sides of the cup.

This was a spur-of-the-moment idea. It looked like two, but if you looked at it from a little further away, it formed another single one.

"Wow~ So amazing!!" Lu Yun clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, staring happily at the coffee cup.

Su Yang steadily handed the coffee, which was almost overflowing, to Lu Yun. "Here, try it~"

"...Let me take a picture first~"

"Sure, go ahead~ Drink it quickly after you're done taking pictures. This stuff only tastes good if you drink it immediately, and you have to take big sips~"

"Okay~" Lu Yun placed the coffee on the bar counter, took out her phone, and snapped several photos before somewhat reluctantly taking a large sip of the coffee.

Su Yang stared at Lu Yun and asked, "How is it? Is it good?"

Lu Yun had taken quite a big sip and hadn't swallowed all the coffee in her mouth yet. She puffed up her cute cheeks and nodded continuously, with a little coffee seeping from the corner of her mouth.

After swallowing it all, Lu Yun praised it with great satisfaction, "It's so delicious!!!"

"Is it really that good?" Su Yang had made coffee for Lu Yun before, and she hadn't had such a big reaction back then.

'I know, the God of Cooking skill must have played a part.'

He drank it every day himself and didn't really feel much difference from what was sold outside. It was definitely better, but it wasn't a crushing difference like when he cooked.

"Let me try." Su Yang took the half-cup of coffee Lu Yun had drunk from and took a small sip. "Hmm, not bad~"

Seeing Su Yang take a sip from the exact spot she had just drunk from, the little peach blossom in Lu Yun's heart instantly bloomed.

Su Yang, however, didn't think that much of it; it was a completely subconscious action.

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