"Yes, I was waiting for you." Wen Zhiyao picked up the dishes from the table, intending to heat them up again, but Jiang She took the plate from her hands.
He willingly went to the kitchen.
"Leave it to me, you can stay in the living room and watch TV."
Who would have thought, the assertive and resolute Jiang She, once he returned home, would turn into a man who cooked soup and made meals?
Wen Zhiyao wanted to speak but stopped, not saying anything further.
The television kept running its programs, but she felt no desire to continue watching.
In the kitchen, Jiang She warmed the dishes and sighed in silence.
He still hadn't figured out how to tell Wen Zhiyao about that matter.
Minutes and seconds passed by, Jiang She served the food onto the table, and called Wen Zhiyao to have dinner with him.
Wen Zhiyao sat across Jiang She, several times she wanted to speak, but for a moment, she didn't know what to say.
