Yong Liwei was now sitting on the chair with the food in front of him. He was holding a spoon, ready to dig into the dish that his wife prepared.
Sitting opposite him was Lu Mengjie. She was not touching her share of food but instead, she was waiting for Yong Liwei to do it first. When he was about to scoop and try the soup, for a second there, she couldn't help but notice the small tremble on the spoon he was holding. It was such a comical sight that she tried her best to suppress the grin on her face.
Finally, Yong Liwei tried the dish she cooked. He had a blank look at his face which made it hard for Lu Mengjie to see whether he liked it or not. "Is it good?"
