Huo Chenhuan's eyes were slightly warmed when he heard what Su Yayan said, but he replied flatly, "You don't have to bother."
"Do you dislike what I've made for you?"
"I didn't mean that. It's just that it will be tiring.
"It's not that I don't like it. I just don't want you to wear yourself out."
It was a message of love without any fancy decorations, but it seemed to warm her heart up.
Su Yayan's face blushed a little, but her eyes were brightening up. "I don't think it's tiring. I enjoy making meals for you."
She would have wanted to see the man before her get cured of sickness and be in good health. Chinese medicinal cuisine was a must for her, and so was likability.
One day, she would love to see him stand on his feet again. For him to stand in front of those who had mocked and hurt him in the past and make them pay for it.
