"Are you done packing? Time to eat."
Jiangg Yao came to the bedroom, leaned against the doorframe, and urged him in a quiet voice.
After folding the last few pairs of pants and placing them by the bed, Chen Yuan straightened up, turned his head, and said, "Okay."
Jiangg Yao immediately grabbed his arm with glee, like a little kid, and dragged him to the coffee table to show off the results of her work.
"Ta-da!"
A dazzling array of ingredients covered the coffee table, making for a magnificent feast. She spread her hands, her eyes twinkling, her expression seeming to say, 'Praise me! Go on, praise me a lot!'
"Looks pretty good."
"Of course! I picked out my favorite hot pot place, you know." She pouted, feigning cuteness, but there was one more thing she left unsaid in her heart.
'My favorite hot pot, paired with my favorite person.'
'This just makes me feel even happier.'
