Twenty minutes later, the rice cooker played a cheerful tune, indicating the rice was ready.
The man with a gloomy face stood by the rice cooker, pressed a button, and the cooker automatically opened, releasing a cloud of white steam mixed with the aroma of rice.
As the mist rose, he noticed some pale yellow sweet potato bits mixed in with the white rice.
Damn!
Lu Xiaoyou likes sweet things; she'll eat a few more bites of sweet-flavored rice, and he'd gone to such lengths for her...
The man, face dark, couldn't control his actions; he held a rice scoop in one hand and a bowl in the other, serving the rice.
After placing the meal on the table, he sat in the chair, questioning his life for a moment...
Long Xiliang looked at the food on the table, his thin lips slightly parted, a corner of his mouth curling upward disdainfully.
On his flawless face, such an expression gave off a roguishly handsome, rebellious vibe.
