After Murong Qiao returned from her Fourth Brother's place, she finished her work today and returned home.
As soon as she returned home and opened the door, the fragrance of the food became the first wave to welcome her. Murong Qiao couldn't help but twitch her nose and try to distinguish which ingredients were used for tonight's dinner.
"Ah Chen, I'm back—"
She raised her voice slightly and shouted inside. In the next second, she received a familiar answer.
Murong Qiao took off her coat and changed her shoes before walking towards the living room. As expected, she saw Huo Yichen's familiar back in the kitchen.
She looked at the living room. It was already tidied up, so she could only tiptoe to Huo Yichen's side to see what he was doing.
However, when she leaned over, before she could see what the other party was busy with, she was stuffed with a mouthful of meat with just the right temperature.
