For some reason, just seeing a pair of chopsticks, he could imagine Xia Weibao sitting there, taking a bite, disdaining his cooking, and then throwing the chopsticks away in frustration.
The heart that he had painstakingly hardened softened due to a pair of randomly tossed chopsticks, a bowl of rice nibbled a couple of times, and a half-eaten vegetable.
Even the corners of his mouth gently lifted, with a tenderness even he was unaware of in his eyes.
He glanced at the room's curtain, a soft light filtering through.
Lu Hualiang walked to the door, lifted his foot, retracted it, and turned to the small kitchen.
She hadn't eaten dinner; she must still be hungry.
He cooked two bowls of simple egg noodles and brought them in. Xia Weibao was leaning on the table, weakly biting a tea cup and groaning.
"I'm so hungry, I'm starving to death, what should I do..."
Upon hearing footsteps, she lifted her head and her eyes lit up when she saw the noodles in his hands.
