Gu Moyang was methodically washing various vegetables in the kitchen, with beef, mutton, and fish slices alongside.
Even though it was just for two people, the variety was rich.
Lin Qian sat for a while, then stepped into the master bedroom, finding a photo of them together on the countertop.
She remembered this photo. Gu Moyang didn't smile and she had to tease him for a long time to make him smile for the picture.
He actually placed this photo here, Lin Qian reached out intending to grab it and take a look.
Her hand stopped mid-air before pulling back. She thought her hand was dirty.
Her hand touching the photo would tarnish the once pure image.
Half an hour later, Gu Moyang laid out all the washed ingredients.
He turned on the induction cooker and tossed in some medicinal herbs to make a soup base.
"I haven't had hot pot in a long time either. Do these dishes suit your taste?"
Lin Qian didn't have much of an appetite.
