Open the rice cooker and take out the dishes inside. Hm? Surprisingly, these aren’t the dishes I cooked yesterday—they look quite fresh, and their appearance is much better than the two dishes I made yesterday.

Eh, these are the dishes that were just stir-fried. Could it be that they were made by William Clark? How is that possible? But since the food I cooked was eaten, it must mean William Clark is already up. Opening the fridge, the boxed meal I bought yesterday is also gone; looks like William Clark ate that too. I can’t help but think, this guy really has quite the appetite now.

Looking at the two nicely presented dishes in front of her, Evelyn Blake didn’t have any appetite at all, probably because the things she was thinking about earlier were just too disgusting.

She didn’t know if the food was made by someone William Clark hired, but he didn’t have any money, and in his current state, he probably wouldn’t think to hire a housekeeper or hourly help. So, does that mean William Clark cooked these himself? Evelyn Blake was startled by her own bold guess. A mental patient, even if his condition has stabilized a bit, couldn’t possibly cook for himself, let alone remember to leave some for his wife?

Shaking her head, she put the food back in the rice cooker and went straight back to her room. Since she couldn’t figure it out, why bother thinking about it?

William Clark was very excited. Although his nebula was forming extremely slowly, it had already started to gradually take shape. He estimated that in another week, the nebula would be fully formed, and after that, he just needed to keep cultivating. Although there wasn’t much spiritual energy here, it should be enough to support him up to two stars, and as for the future, he’d deal with it when it came.

Working hard to circulate his star source, William Clark felt his progress was going very smoothly. When he stopped again, it was already close to midnight. He stood up, walked out of his room, and wanted to go to the bathroom.

“Ahem, ahem…” The sudden sound of William Clark opening the door startled Evelyn Blake, who was eating, making her think, why did this guy suddenly come out so late? Trying to scare someone to death?

When Evelyn Blake finished her paperwork and work, it was already past eleven, and her stomach was a bit hungry. Thinking about it, she went to the kitchen and brought out the hot food to eat. Unexpectedly, the more she ate, the more she wanted—these dishes were even tastier than those made by Chef Fang at ‘Wanwei Lou,’ the biggest restaurant in Fenjiang.

Even after being kept warm for so long, the food still tasted incredibly delicious, and even the rice was more fragrant than usual. Was it really just because she was too hungry? But just as she was eating, William Clark suddenly came out, almost making Evelyn Blake choke.

Looking down at Evelyn Blake eating, William Clark frowned, thinking, could she have just gotten off work? Working overtime until midnight? What kind of company is that? But he only thought about it for a moment before heading straight to the bathroom—William Clark wasn’t about to concern himself with these things.

Seeing William Clark go into the bathroom, Evelyn Blake finally calmed down. She took a moment to steady her breathing, then took the dishes back to the kitchen.

She thought to herself, since he knows to go to the bathroom, there probably isn’t anything wrong in his room. Sigh, what am I even thinking? Evelyn Blake immediately stopped her train of thought.

Coming out of the bathroom and not seeing Evelyn Blake, William Clark figured she had gone back to her room. He didn’t continue cultivating either, and simply went to bed.

When he woke up, it was not even nine o’clock. William Clark got up, washed up, and got ready to go out and practice a set of martial arts. But as soon as he walked into the living room, he was startled by Evelyn Blake sitting on the sofa. Why was she home today? Did she not have to go to work? He quickly lightened his steps and carefully walked around the sofa.

“William Clark…” Evelyn Blake’s sudden voice almost made William Clark stumble.

“Han… Evelyn Blake, do you need something?” William Clark quickly put on a smile, thinking, please don’t hit me, my nebula is still forming—if you hit me now, it’s basically like beating up a pregnant woman.

Seeing how cautious William Clark looked, Evelyn Blake actually felt like laughing. Even on weekends, she never used to stay with this guy, always choosing to work overtime. But today, she really did have something to ask him, and didn’t expect this young master of the Lin family to be so afraid of her now.

“Did you cook dinner last night?” Evelyn Blake’s voice finally had a bit of warmth.

“Oh, yes, yes. You didn’t have any problems after eating it, did you?” William Clark now wondered if maybe the food he cooked had made her sick. The thought made him nervous—if she tried to hit him, he’d immediately run back to his room and lock the door, then wait until she left for work before coming out. Thinking of this, William Clark actually took a few steps back instead of forward.

“You’re the one with a problem.” Seeing William Clark’s cautious look, Evelyn Blake—who hadn’t been angry at all—suddenly felt a surge of nameless irritation. She sighed inwardly, wondering what she had done to end up with such a fool. But looking at William Clark’s guarded expression, she sighed again in her heart.

“Is that all?” Evelyn Blake said, waving her hand weakly, her eyes fixed on the TV, though her mind was elsewhere.

Master Yang performing ‘Yang-style Tai Chi’? As soon as William Clark saw the scene on TV, his eyes narrowed. He had just been wanting to learn this, and never expected to see the most famous martial artist of today, Mr. Yang Tian, performing Yang-style Tai Chi on television.