"I have no interest in vacationing with my ex-husband!" Wang Ningjing emphasized.
"Then try to adjust your mood," Yuan Xun's heart pricked a bit, but he still managed a smile and turned to cook.
"Yuan Xun!"
"Jing, you're the one who knows me best. Since I've decided that you'll stay here for a month, I'm not changing my mind. Try to enjoy it! Hasn't our many years together earned us this last month of living together?" Yuan Xun turned back and looked at her steadily.
Wang Ningjing remained silent.
Yuan Xun continued to cook.
Yuan Xun wasn't really a domestically skilled man; he wasn't good at cooking. He could only stew fish, stir-fry some greens, make braised shrimp, seaweed soup, and steam rice in the rice cooker.
Simple three dishes and one soup still had a homely taste.
"Jing, dinner's ready," he called out once everything was prepared.
"I don't want to eat," Wang Ningjing didn't want to just give in like that.
