Mu Cidian held Xin Zaozao's hand as they returned home.
Once back, Xin Zaozao sat on the sofa watching some programs.
She hardly ever took the time to pause and rest like this.
Sometimes, she truly felt tired of this hectic life.
She glanced to find Mu Cidian organising all the groceries they had bought today.
He put things away one by one.
After that, he started to clean up around the house.
He was very meticulous in his work.
The house was rather large.
At over 200 square meters, he would clean and dust every corner.
By the time he finished cleaning, it was almost time to start cooking.
He tied on an apron.
He looked perfectly domesticated.
Who could have imagined that a man like Mu Cidian would one day turn out this way?
Xin Zaozao set down the remote and walked towards the open-plan kitchen.
Mu Cidian looked up at her.
"What will we have for lunch?"
