Qiao Aiyun cooked a bowl of vegetable noodles. Perhaps Yan Wangchuan was hungry because he ate quickly.
She suddenly thought of the day she had married Song Jingren. When their living conditions were bad, he would definitely go home for the three meals of the day. When their conditions improved, there was an increase in his social activities. If he didn't go home, she would basically cook and eat with Song Fengwan.
"Do you want more? There's more in the pot." Qiao Aiyun curled her lips up slowly.
"I'll go get some myself." Yan Wangchuan got up and entered the kitchen.
Qiao Aiyun supported her chin with one hand with a mischievous look on her face. His actions were very clumsy. He actually scooped up the noodles with the soup ladle. When the noodles slid down, his face darkened.
He seemed to be competing with the noodles, and his face was scarily dark.
"Senior Brother, use chopsticks."
