Tang Sitian, "..."
Mother Zhou covered her mouth and snickered on the side; she was so embarrassed she almost wanted to bury her head under the table.
Mu Yunshen served her soup and vegetables, attentive and focused. His handsome eyebrows and eyes under the light gave an illusion of fatal tenderness, less of his usual unruly frivolity and more of a domestic gentleness.
Tang Sitian held her bowl, stirring her rice grains, and said, "I made a present for you yesterday. I want to give it to you."
Mu Yunshen paused in mid-sip of his soup, a smile touched his lips. "What gift?"
"I won't say now," she pouted, "I'll show you tonight."
"Hmm, it can be my reward for diligently serving you."
"..."
This time Mother Zhou directly slipped into the kitchen.
