Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Chapter 498 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Writer 36

Amidst the crisp sound of porcelain bowls clashing, Ran Cang suddenly fell silent.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the thick soup with goji berries floating in the bowl. Her eyelashes cast dappled shadows under her eyes, as if she had many things to say but didn't know where to begin.

Sui Si watched as Jun Sui patiently skimmed the oil from the soup with a spoon, and when he caught a glimpse of his sister's expression, he paused slightly.

"elder brother…"

Ran Cang's throat bobbed, his voice sounding as if it were choked by thick soup, with an almost imperceptible sob.

"Actually, everyone is doing... really, really well right now..."

Her voice trembled slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously traced the pale blue lotus pattern on the rim of the bowl.

“When my soul was wandering before, I always felt that the days were so long, so very long, with no end in sight. But now that I think about it, all that suffering was for the sake of meeting the happiness I have now.”

Before he could finish speaking, Sui Si's fingertips, which were gripping the silver spoon, turned pale.

Memories flood my mind like a tide—that little girl shivering in a tattered quilt can now stand proudly in a sun-drenched kitchen, showing off the fish maw chicken soup she made herself.

His throat tightened, and he wanted to say something, but Jun Sui gently pressed down on the back of his hand.

The man's palm, warm from his body, offered a silent comfort through his veins.

Ran Cang lowered his eyes and stared at the red dates floating in the bowl. The warm yellow light reflected on the soup surface shattered into stars with the ripples.

"Look, Li Que will quietly stand behind me to protect me when I'm chopping vegetables, afraid that I'll hurt my hand;

Brother Jun always remembers to save the tenderest chicken thigh meat for you;

Even Si Zhan, Xuan Ming, Guang Han, Gu Yichen, Mu Shang, Ruan An, Luo Yan…

"They have never blamed you or me for disobeying the will of Heaven and causing them trouble, nor have they ever resented you for arbitrarily changing the course of other people's lives..."

"They are all moving forward, leaving behind those unbearable and broken pasts, to embrace a new and bright future..."

“Ayu has grown up.”

Jun Sui picked up the soup bowl and took a small sip, his voice as gentle as spring water.

"This soup contains not only fish maw and old hen, but also the hardships you've endured and the sweetness you've accumulated over the years."

His gaze toward Ran Cang held a hint of brotherly satisfaction.

Jun Lique silently pushed the warm ginger tea to Ran Cang's side. As his slender fingers brushed against the corners of her reddened eyes, they carried a faint aroma of food.

This usually gentle man's eyes were now filled with emotion: "Be careful, it's hot."

Sui Si seemed to only then come to her senses, finally putting down her spoon and reaching out to rub Ran Cang's hair.

When my fingertips touched her soft hair, I suddenly remembered the scene of bandaging her wounds when I was a child.

Back then, little girls always loved to act coquettishly, but they would tacitly hold back their tears at this moment and stubbornly say, "I'm not in pain."

"Okay...that's good..."

His voice was hoarse, "As long as you are all well, I don't ask for anything else."

Jun Sui gazed thoughtfully at Sui Si.

As a god, he had witnessed countless joys and sorrows of mortals, but he could not bear to see the person before him frown.

The tenderness and longing in his lover's eyes at this moment moved him more than any divine power.

He subtly added a piece of stewed, tender chicken to Sui Si's bowl.

"Try it, Ayu's cooking is worth having several bowls."

Ran Cang suddenly burst out laughing, wiped her face, and rubbed her tear-stained fingers on her apron.

"Brother, don't make that face!"

She tiptoed over the dining table and poked Sui Si's tense cheek.

"Now, I'm a master chef who can stew an old hen into something amazing!"

Her voice suddenly softened, "Just like you said back then, as long as we live, we will eventually see spring again."

Sui Si felt a tightness in his throat.

As a god who governs reincarnation, he has witnessed too many lives fall and be reborn, but he has never felt so fortunate as he does now.

I'm so glad I didn't give up in the snowstorm back then, and I'm so glad the person in front of me can smile and say "It's really, really good".

Jun Sui's fingertips had somehow become entangled with his, and she gently pinched them under the tablecloth, as if to say, "I'm here for you."

Ran Cang held the bowl and sipped slowly, then suddenly looked up at Sui Si.

"Brother, do you know?"

I used to think happiness was something unattainable, but now I understand that as long as you have people you care about by your side, even simple meals can be the most delicious thing in the world.

Her gaze swept over Jun Sui and Li Que, and a bright smile appeared on her lips. "Just like now."

Looking at the steaming dishes on the table, at the light in her sister's eyes, at Asui's gentle smile, and at Li Que's delicate emotions, Sui Si suddenly felt that a long-empty corner in her heart had been filled.

"Come on, cheers!" Ran Cang raised his soup bowl. "To our hard-won happiness!"

As Sui Si watched the four porcelain bowls collide, he vaguely saw the threads of fate intertwined and entwined amidst the crisp sound.

He had traversed the deepest hells in search of eternal peace, but little did he know that true fulfillment was already hidden in this small world filled with the aroma of food.

Jun Sui's breath, carrying the warmth of the soup, wafted over him. The man's lips brushed against his ear, and he whispered:

“Ah Si, look, the people you protect, the people you care about, are all living well.”

The night outside the window had deepened without my noticing, and moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting dappled silver spots on the dining table.

Ran Cang was still vividly describing the interesting story of Ruan An teaching her to identify spices, Li Que quietly added soup for her, and Jun Sui's fingers remained intertwined with Sui Si's.

The warmth and humanity of everyday life are more cherished by the gods than any divine power.

"Sui Si is a god; all he asks for is the warmth of a palm."

May your loved one be by your side year after year, may your family share meals together day and night, and may your friends ensure a smooth and peaceful journey ahead.

This simple, everyday joy can bloom peacefully throughout the long years.