In reality, with Nan Feng not coming home for lunch and there were Youtiao (fried dough sticks) and Douhua (silken tofu) in the house, Nan Quanyou did not have to cook. He could simply go out and have some noodles. Cooking alone meant chopping wood and starting a fire, and he could only cook a little each time.
However, only by going out to cook could he observe Lin Qiaoyun's reaction.
In the worst case, he would cook dinner as well.
Having washed the rice and started the fire, he sat and watched the fire. Lin Qiaoyun did not look in his direction again. All Nan Quanyou saw was her finishing cooking the vegetables and eating with Fuge. Not long after eating, she probably should go back to work.
Thinking about it, as a widow with a son and a job, her life was quite tough. Although she said she was working at the landlord's house, the work must also be tiring. Nan Quanyou remembered that she said that life at the landlord's house was not free, and she preferred life in the village.
