Zuo Hancheng smiled without saying a word. When Anhao was eating and staring at him, he chuckled."Hurry up and eat. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Anhao raised her eyebrows, picked up her chopsticks, and started the crazy sweeping mode.
In the end, she was still too full. Zuo Hancheng did not usually cook, but once in a while, he would make a dish so delicious that she could not bear to leave even a little bit of soup behind. Whether it was Chinese food, Western food, or just simple egg noodles, it would greatly increase her appetite.
Fortunately, he was usually busy and did not have time to be a househusband. Otherwise, she would probably gain 20 pounds in a month. That was too scary!
There was dessert after the meal. Zuo Hancheng received a call before he went to get the dessert. From the tone of the call, it should be from the Zuo family in the United States. It seemed that Father Zuo was asking about their New Year in China.
