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Father Kim put down his neck pillow, Kim Jiyong unknotted the tie he had just put on, and Xia Yan didn't even bother looking at her skincare products; everyone rushed to the porch in curiosity.

Lee Tima was the first to reach the door, and when she saw the mountain of gift boxes in the back of the delivery truck, her small mouth formed an "O" shape.

"Oppa... what are these...?"

Jiang Zhiyu was taking the delivery receipt from the driver and turned around upon hearing her. He wore a gentle but slightly embarrassed expression: "It's my first formal visit, I couldn't very well come empty-handed."

He said it nonchalantly, but the quantity and volume of those gift boxes clearly weren't something prepared on a whim.

The driver began to unload the goods one by one. There were boxes of all sizes, beautifully wrapped, and carefully labeled.

"This is for Uncle," Jiang Zhiyu said, pointing to one of the long boxes, "I heard you like fishing, so inside is a set of imported fishing gear."

Father Kim took the box in surprise, opened it, and his eyes lit up immediately—it was indeed a set of professional-grade fishing gear, the exact brand and model he had been longing for but hadn't been able to bring himself to buy.

"This is for Auntie," Jiang Zhiyu handed over a square box, "It's an automatic massage chair that can be placed in the living room. Auntie works hard taking care of the household, so this should help relieve fatigue."

Mother Kim opened the box, saw the exquisite design manual inside, and waved her hands repeatedly: "This is too expensive..."

"It's not expensive," Jiang Zhiyu said sincerely, "Compared to the sumptuous dinner and warm hospitality you prepared today, this is nothing."

His tone was so natural that it was impossible to refuse.

Next were the limited-edition headphones for Kim Jiyong—who was an audiophile; the latest tablet and study materials for Xia Yan—who was preparing for university entrance exams; and there was even a gift for Kim Taeyeon's married sister—a set of high-end baby supplies, since he heard she had just given birth to her second child.

Every gift was just right; neither overly luxurious to the point of showing off, nor lacking in sincerity. What was even more rare was that every single item perfectly matched the recipient's preferences and needs.

Lee Tima watched this scene and suddenly felt that her own small gifts were a bit... underwhelming.

She pouted and muttered softly: "Oppa, when did you prepare all this... you didn't even tell me..."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at her with a smile in his eyes: "If I told you, would it still be a surprise?"

Finally, he took out a particularly small, exquisite box and walked up to Kim Taeyeon.

"This is for Noona."

Kim Taeyeon was stunned. She hadn't expected to receive a gift herself.

"I... I don't need one..." she instinctively declined.

"Open it and see." Jiang Zhiyu's voice was gentle but firm.

Kim Taeyeon hesitated for a moment before taking the box. It was made of deep blue velvet and felt soft to the touch. She opened it gently—

Inside, a bottle of perfume lay quietly.

The bottle design was minimalist: transparent glass, a silver cap, and no extra decorations. The liquid was a pale amber color, shimmering with a soft luster under the light.

"This is..." Kim Taeyeon looked at Jiang Zhiyu with some confusion.

Jiang Zhiyu scratched his head, a gesture that made him look younger than his actual age, giving him a rare sense of youthful innocence: "I occasionally formulate perfumes to give to others. Noona, you're under a lot of work stress and might not be sleeping well; the formula for this perfume has a soothing and sleep-aiding effect, and the scent is relatively light, suitable for daily use."

As he said this, the tips of his ears turned slightly red, as if he felt a bit embarrassed about this "DIY gift" behavior.

Lee Tima immediately jumped over and proudly raised her wrist: "My perfume is also a gift from Oppa! It's orange-scented, it smells so good!"

Kim Taeyeon looked at the lively citrus scent on Lee Tima's wrist, then looked at the bottle in her own hand, feeling conflicted.

She unscrewed the cap, lightly sprayed a little on her wrist, and then leaned in to sniff it.

It wasn't the mature, mouth-watering fruity scent that Jiang Zhiyu himself had. Instead, it was a more introverted, calmer scent—the top notes were subtle bergamot and cedar, the middle notes had faint hints of lavender and white tea, and the base notes were steady sandalwood and amber.

The overall feeling was gentle and serene, indeed having the soothing effect just as Jiang Zhiyu had said. Moreover, the scent was very unique; she had never smelled anything like it on the market.

"Did you really make this yourself?" Kim Taeyeon couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "I've learned some perfumery. The ingredients are all natural, so Noona can use it with peace of mind."

The Kim family was completely stunned by Jiang Zhiyu at this moment. He could cook, knew medicine, was well-mannered, successful in his career, and now, he could even formulate perfume... What else was there that this young man couldn't do?

Kim Jiyong couldn't help but ask: "Zhiyu, when did you learn all these skills...?"

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and answered very seriously: "Most of them I learned from my master when I was young. He said that learning more things never hurts."

He was telling the truth, but not the whole truth.

In his memories—those memories belonging to another world—as a member of the Central Prefecture preparatory party organization, learning various skills was a basic requirement. Culinary arts, medicine, perfumery, combat, foreign languages, driving... all these seemingly unrelated skills were intended to better serve the public and to execute secret missions when necessary.

He was a key trainee of the organization, designated as the "strongest and only auxiliary talent of this generation." This meant that he not only had to be proficient in multiple skills but also had to be able to provide comprehensive support to the team in any environment.

And these skills had come along with him when he transmigrated to this world. It's just that in this peaceful modern society, most of these skills had lost their original combat significance and turned into interesting "talents" for daily life.

Xia Yan looked at Jiang Zhiyu with bright eyes: "Zhiyu Oppa, you can do everything, is there anything... you can't do?"

This question made everyone curious. Yes, such a nearly perfect person must have something he wasn't good at, right?

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback by the question. He thought seriously for a few seconds, then smiled somewhat embarrassedly: "Advanced Mathematics."

The air went quiet for a moment. Then— "Pfft!"

Lee Tima was the first to laugh. Then came Xia Yan, Kim Jiyong, and even Father Kim couldn't help but laugh.

Kim Taeyeon watched Jiang Zhiyu's "I'm serious" expression, and couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

"That's nothing," Kim Jiyong patted Jiang Zhiyu on the shoulder, "I can't do that either."

"I never passed high school math," Xia Yan stuck out her tongue.

Mother Kim shook her head with a smile: "This child, he's really honest."

The sense of distance brought about by that "perfect persona" instantly dissolved because of this small "flaw." Jiang Zhiyu was no longer that omnipotent genius, but an ordinary young man who also had subjects he wasn't good at.

Lee Tima leaned over to Jiang Zhiyu and whispered: "Oppa, you finally have a flaw! I thought you were a robot!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at her helplessly and lightly flicked her forehead.

Outside the door, the driver had finished unloading all the goods, and the truck slowly drove away. The entrance to the Kim house was piled high with gift boxes; it was quite a spectacular sight.

Father Kim looked at these gifts, then at Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes full of appreciation: "Zhiyu, you child... you are truly so thoughtful."

"It's only right," Jiang Zhiyu said politely.

Kim Taeyeon held the perfume bottle in her hand, her fingertips feeling the coldness of the glass. She looked at Jiang Zhiyu—this young man who had won the praise of her entire family in just half a day—and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

Gratitude, appreciation, curiosity, and a hint of... a flutter she didn't want to admit to herself.

She suddenly remembered the meaningful looks her family had exchanged during the meal earlier, and those hints about the age gap.

Her face grew slightly hot again.

"Alright, alright," Mother Kim clapped her hands, "The gifts have all been received, come on in quickly, the food is about to get cold."