Xia Xiao just sat there, propping up her chin and watching Gao Jiaxing, who was wearing an apron, bustling about. They say a man who is serious is the most handsome, and even at this moment, without wearing his military uniform or standing at attention, Xia Xiao had to admit that Gao Jiaxing was becoming more and more attractive.
Now in his fifties, he was mature and charismatic, and just looking at him made her unable to resist indulging in him, even thinking about last night's madness caused a blush to spread across Xia Xiao's face, adding a crystal-like luster.
"Okay," Gao Jiaxing finished cooking the bamboo shoot and beef soup, and after serving it, Xia Xiao went over to get the scrambled eggs with rice, Gao Jiaxing grabbed a bowl and quickly followed.
"Brother Gao, where are we going later?" Xia Xiao asked while eating.
"Watch the Olympics?" Gao Jiaxing said.
