Su Zhen gently patted Han Zhi's hand and smiled. "Naturally. Aunt Li heard that my husband has been handling some tricky cases lately, so she wanted you to have a hot meal when you got home. She guessed when you would be off duty and prepared everything early."
She and Han Zhi watched as the maidservant placed steaming dishes onto the table: the savory aroma of tofu soup, the delicate sweetness of steamed sea bass, and freshly made lotus-leaf rice. Just the scent alone was enough to make one's mouth water.
"You can smell the fragrance of this lotus-leaf rice all the way across the courtyard," Han Zhi said, taking a deep breath. He pulled out the carved pearwood chair for Su Zhen and carefully placed a soft cushion behind her back.
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