He was taken aback to see Xuxu holding a bowl in her hands.
"You didn't eat much during dinner, so Aunt Zhang made you some handmade noodles."
Xuxu gave a light explanation as she placed the bowl in front of him.
From the bowl, the fragrance of sesame oil and scallions entered his nostrils. It was a familiar smell that he could recognize even with his eyes closed.
He glanced at the noodles and waved his hand impatiently. "Take it away and don't bother me."
This fellow…
Xuxu wasn't sure how she managed to muster her courage to raise her voice at him. "Don't you want to have a child?"
She instantly turned crimson.
Young Master Yan looked at her in confusion.
What does this have to do with having children?
"I shouldn't be the only one taking care of my health, and…" Xuxu swallowed before she lashed out again. "And, as you know, our child might inherit your bad temper."
