With the cooperation of Ji Liangchen, the fruits of Yan Xiaye's labor from an entire afternoon were successively laid out on the table.
"Mr. Ji, do you have a lighter?"
Ji Liangchen understood her intention with a glance, and without needing her to do it herself, he bent down, took out a lighter, and lit the silver candlesticks on the European-style long table.
Watching the flames leap from the candle wicks, Yan Xiaye took off her apron and placed it aside, enthusiastically turned off the dining room's hanging crystal chandelier, and the room's lighting dimmed, suddenly adding an ambiguous mood to the atmosphere.
Under the bright flickering candlelight, she wore a light purple long dress in the temperature-controlled room.
