She had made many meals for him. Even when he came back late after working overtime, she would still prepare his favorite night dishes. During the four years or more, he had never cooked a meal for her, nor even made a cup of tea. At that time, he did not realize that at all, just enjoying her kindness to him as well as her considerate care and attention.
He didn't know what he had squandered until now.
"Yanyan, the fish soup is done. Drink a bowl while it's hot." Mo Yixuan poured out the fish soup out of the pot.
Then he filled a small bowl and handed it over to He Xiyan.
The soup was thick, and there was a strong smell of fish in the kitchen.
He Xiyan did not refuse. She took a small spoon of soup and had a taste. It was a little light, even a little fishy.
But thinking that he had never cooked before, she felt that it was quite good of him to make it like this.
