Talking about eating, Su Shijie suddenly felt hungry. It seemed like he hadn't had his lunch, had he?
He opened the lunchbox, "Darling, you're so kind. It smells so delicious."
Zhuo Junyi poured him a bowl of soup first, "This soup is nourishing and contains walnuts for brain health. Have some soup before your meal."
Now, everything she said was right, and Su Shijie was aware that he had really neglected this girl lately.
He tasted the soup, "Was it Auntie who made this? It's really tasty."
"Yes, Mom made it especially for you."
Now, when Zhuo Junyi had some free time, she would also enter the kitchen to learn some cooking.
She thought that she couldn't be completely inept at cooking in the future; she hoped to be a competent wife.
Su Shijie grabbed the chopsticks and his devouring could be described as wolfish without any exaggeration.
Zhuo Junyi rested her chin on her hands, watching Su Shijie eat like he had just been set free, her eyebrows tightly furrowed.
