Mr. Yan's brow seemed to cast a thin silhouette. Even if the taste described by Gu Qinglan was accurate, only alcohol could make him truly appreciate the role of taste buds.

"It's innate. They say that when my mother was pregnant, she used to soak in the liquor cellar every day, which led to my peculiar sense of taste."

Gu Qinglan was momentarily stunned, feeling once again as though an invisible rope had passed through the arteries of her heart and tightened slowly, causing some gloomy discomfort. When Mr. Yan mentioned his sense of taste at the hotpot restaurant last time, Gu Qinglan had felt this way too. Perhaps for a foodie like herself, Mr. Yan's predicament was truly deserving of sympathy.

On the other hand, he is indeed a person who is easily affected by the emotions of others.

Mr. Yan looked at the tall buildings outside the window, his features illuminated by the lights, but he didn't think much of it. "Speaking of these, actually, I am very satisfied with my current life."

Gu Qinglan also shook off these inexplicable and terrible emotions, it's still better to eat cookies.

When Mr. Yan took a bite of the fifth one, he tasted a hint of alcohol. This particular one had a liquid alcohol center.

The Mourvedre from the vineyards of the North Rhône Valley, at its peak age, has unexpectedly been made into biscuits. Beyond the richness of the wine, there are indeed other flavors that touch the delicate and crisp taste buds.

Although the quantity is small, the alcohol content is high, making Gu Qinglan, who doesn't drink, feel a little dizzy and lightheaded.

"It's a good thing I saved half of it." Gu Qinglan looked at him in a daze, thankful that she had saved half for Mr. Yan.

"Peanuts?" Mr. Yan's tone was uncertain, but his gaze remained firm.

Gu Qinglan was overjoyed and said, "It's peanuts! Mr. Yan finally tasted the flavor of food in the wine..."

He was even happier than Mr. Yan.

This was an unexpected discovery. In the past, in order to not affect the results of wine tasting, Mr. Yan would always keep his mouth clean, avoiding any mixing with other foods. Hence, it is astonishing that this secret has only been unearthed now.

"That... does it mean that as long as a glass of wine is poured, Mr. Yan can continue to taste the flavors of other biscuits?"

Mr. Yan was not as excited as him, his voice was hoarse and calm: "In that case, the taste buds will become dull and unable to distinguish the difference between wine and food."

Gu Qinglan was stunned for a moment. The alcohol had made his mind somewhat hazy, so he just stared blankly at the man across from him.

After a long while, he finally said, "So, the Emperor can only grant Mr. Yan either the window or the door... It's really unfair... There are so many delicious foods, but Mr. Yan can't enjoy them." Gu Qinglan's speech began to become confused.

Mr. Yan remained silent as he watched Qinglan's eyes becoming increasingly hollow. Then, his head slowly tilted downwards, and his body formed an S-like shape as he leaned against the sofa, eventually passing out from intoxication.

After Gu Qinglan woke up, she felt a bit groggy. There were apricot-colored curtains, abstract modern paintings hanging on the gray walls, a slightly cool air conditioner, and a faint scent of incense in the air.

Whose home is so comfortable?

He suddenly woke up, and outside the window was the Yàn family's courtyard with its picturesque waterside pavilion, the very place he would visit every morning without fail.

Aunt Meiyi knocked on the door from outside, "Xiao Gu, are you awake?"

After finishing washing up, Gu Qinglan, dressed in pajamas and slippers, walked to the dining table. He couldn't find his clothes from yesterday.

Mr. Yan was indeed already sitting by the dining table, with his hands resting on the edge of the table. He didn't pick up his chopsticks, as if he was waiting for something.

The gentle morning sunlight fell softly on the dining table, illuminating the shiny pan-fried dumplings, steaming hot congee, translucent crystal dumplings, and vibrant green vegetables. The silver chopsticks and pristine soup spoon were neatly placed beside the bowls, making one's mouth water in anticipation.

Outside the window sill, a thin layer of moss was growing, along with an unknown pot of green grass.

"Morning, Mr. Yan."

Is it too late to say "good morning" at this point? Gu Qinglan finally realized that something was off. Did he say anything nonsensical last night? Did Mr. Yan carry him to bed? And who helped him change his clothes?

Yesterday, it completely cut off.

"Did I take a shower last night?" Gu Qinglan glanced down at the ashes-blue pajamas she was wearing, which should belong to Mr. Yan. She was subtly probing.

Mr. Yan's eyes sparkled with radiance, "It's thoroughly clean."

Qinglan Gu felt puzzled as she listened. What did it mean to be washed very clean?

Aunt Mei kindly brought a plate of steamed buns and said, "You're such a cheerful person. Come over and stay overnight more often in the future."

Gu Qinglan blinked her bewildered eyes. "???" What did it mean? What did it mean by "often staying overnight on this side"?

Aunt Mei smiled so much that the corners of her mouth were almost parallel with the Milky Way. Mr. Yan, on the other hand, remained calm and continued eating.

"And what about my clothes?" Gu Qinglan asked again. That was an expensive suit worth thousands of dollars that he had only worn once.

"It's already dried."

Aunt Meiyi was filled with joy, as this heartwarming scene resembled that of a married couple.

Watching Aunt Mei's meaningful smile, Gu Qinglan had a sense of unease.

"What stupid thing did I do last night?" Gu Qinglan asked Aunt Meiyi while wearing a tidy suit as she descended the stairs.

Aunt Mei patted his back with a kindly smile and said, "I'll send you the video later."

In the car, Mr. Yan was busy with this morning's meeting, while Gu Qinglan quietly opened her phone.

To her surprise, there were three video clips available. With a nervous heart, Gu Qinglan lowered the volume and clicked on the first one.

My clothes won't come off! What is this? I can't take off my clothes... sob... sob... Mr. Yan, please help me quickly. This garment is trying to devour me... Ah... it's going to swallow me... sob... sob... Mr. Yan, please help me take off my clothes...

Gu Qinglan took a deep breath. Who was that fool sitting on the bed, with clothes covering their head, crying and seeking comfort?

"Don't move." The video transmitted out Mr. Yan's hoarse voice, as he helped him untie his necktie and unbuttoned his suit, revealing the face of a foolish person—it really was him.

No, someone must be impersonating him. Otherwise, it could be another version of himself from a different dimension, but definitely not the real him.

"Mr. Yan, I almost got swallowed by the clothes... " Another version of myself, unexpectedly clinging to Mr. Yan's leg, sobbed and acted cute.

So Mr. Yan rubbed his hair, coaxing him like he was dealing with a child. The photographer, Aunt Mei, couldn't help but laugh, amused by the scene. "Yan Lin, whose cute little baby is this?"

Gu Qinglan vigorously clicked away! Impatiently deleting all the videos, deleting, deleting, shutting down the computer as if it were a virus. Gu Qinglan covered his face, hearing a scream in his heart. He wished he could crawl into a crack and disappear as the solar system rotated.

No, the more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. The more he thought, the more itchy it made him. He was so embarrassed that he wished he could just disappear on the spot, into another world...

"Monstrosity, quickly disappear from my body," Gu Qinglan said suddenly. Mr. Yan was momentarily stunned, then he smiled.

The more Mr. Yan smiled, the more Gu Qinglan shrank into a corner, playing the role of a melancholic individual.