Mo qinghuan hadn't tasted home-cooked food for a long time. It would be a lie to say that she didn't feel regretful to eat his personally cooked food again.
His cooking skills were better than before, and it was also better than the food in five-star hotels.
However, when Kang Mingcheng asked her how she was feeling, she replied coldly, " I'll just make do with it.
Kang Mingcheng did not care about this comment. He picked up some food for her. then I'll have to trouble you to eat more, Queen.
Although mo qinghuan's mouth said that she would put up with it, her body was very honest, and her chopsticks never stopped moving.
After the meal, mo qinghuan felt that she had eaten too much. She kept wandering around the house, looking at this and touching that. It was rare that she was interested.
Kang Mingcheng was washing the dishes in the kitchen. When he came out, he was holding a plate of cut fruits. have some fruit.
