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Stretching languidly, her stomach grumbled with hunger. As she was about to get out of bed and freshen up, she heard the bathroom door slide open. A man stepped out with a snow-white towel wrapped around his waist, his well-defined chest and neatly aligned abs on full display, both sexy and charming. Even his physique was so perfect that there was nothing to criticize. "You're not flying out today?" she asked, blinking her beautiful almond-shaped eyes in suspicion. "I have a late-night flight," Bo Xingzhi said as he dried his still-damp hair. "We can take our time finding a house. Move after we find one. There's no need to rush." Ruan Su regretted the lie she had told the night before about looking for a place. Now she was in a difficult spot. She could only smile and nod. "You're always so considerate of me, Husband." He handed her the towel and sat down in front of her. She took it naturally and gently dried his hair. When it was mostly dry, she tossed the towel aside, picked up the hairdryer, and began to blow-dry his hair. The dryer hummed with warm air, and Bo Xingzhi's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, like a lazy lion.
"All right," Ruan Su replied with a tender smile. Mr. Steward had been by Bo Xingzhi's side for many years and was intimately acquainted with his dietary preferences. Despite claiming he wasn't fussy about food and denying his love for eating, the young master was notoriously difficult to please. This predicament caused quite the headache for everyone at the Bo family residence, from the housekeepers to the chefs. The food was either too salty, too sweet, too spicy, or too sour. Western cuisine was deemed too complex, while Japanese fare was dismissed as too light. No culinary style seemed to pique his interest. His exacting standards for food were almost maddening. Yet this very man continued to maintain that he was not at all choosy about his meals. Whenever asked by the housekeepers or chefs about his preferences, he would respond with a nonchalant "Whatever is fine." However, Bo Xingzhi's volatile and icy temperament became even more pronounced at mealtime, to the point where one might fantasize about banishing him to outer space. He claimed indifference, but when the meal was actually presented, a tantrum would ensue, complete with flung dishes and bowls: "What kind of garbage is this for me to eat?" Thus, satisfying the young master's palate was no easy feat. The steward was constantly fretting over how to encourage the young master to eat more. His infuriatingly picky eating habits had even led to health issues, with stomach pains in the middle of the night becoming all too routine. Everything changed four years ago when the young master married. His wife, Mrs. Bo, was not only kind-hearted but also possessed exceptional cooking skills, rivaling those of a Michelin-starred chef. Actually, she was even better.
