Fu Jinghen was taken aback, shaking his head, "No, I was a bit busy today and forgot."
"..."
Wen Qiao's expression did not warm up at his explanation, silently turning around and walking towards the kitchen.
She took out two eggs and a handful of bok choy from the fridge, heated up the wok with oil, and moved quickly.
Fu Jinghen sluggishly followed her, "You don't need to fuss, I already ate something on the way—"
Wen Qiao interrupted him coldly, "Shut up."
"..."
Fu Jinghen blinked and obediently closed his mouth.
His little princess was angry.
Angry because he hadn't eaten.
This realization made Fu Jinghen somewhat elated, even though he had just been yelled at.
While Wen Qiao was cooking, Fu Jinghen leaned on the kitchen door, watching her without blinking.
The Yangchun noodles were quickly ready, Wen Qiao carried the bowl out and placed it on the table.
"Come over and eat."
Her voice was still cold.
Fu Jinghen walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
