That smile dazzled Lu Hualiang for a moment, causing him to lose focus.
He suddenly sat up very quietly, then took a piece of chicken and ate it himself.
He had never thought before that the chicken made by the chef was tasty.
Housekeeper Fu, who was just about to retrieve new chopsticks for him, was astonished!
Sir, he... he... Doesn't he have a phobia for cleanliness? And now he's actually sharing a pair of chopsticks with the young mistress?
And why is he biting on the chopsticks while chewing the chicken?
Housekeeper Fu felt that perhaps the world had turned into a fantasy.
But then he thought about it; they were husband and wife, kissing should be commonplace, and they probably fulfilled marital duties every night.
They might have even shared things more intimate than that, not to mention saliva.
Normal, normal.
Having finished a mouthful, Lu Hualiang picked up a piece of green vegetable to feed Xia Weibao.
