His back was ramrod straight, as if it were embedded with a steel plate.
Jiang Xiaonan slightly raised her eyebrows, wondering if all men from the military held themselves this way?
However, she really didn't understand what he was doing here today.
Gu Moyang paid her no mind, focusing intently on cooking.
Jiang Xiaonan didn't speak either, returning to her room to apply some medicine.
Fortunately, it was winter and the wound was healing quickly.
After half an hour, Gu Moyang's three dishes and a soup were already arranged on the dining table.
"Xiao Nan, we can eat now."
Jiang Xiaonan walked over, finding him stranger the more she looked; did he have to be so familiar?
This was clearly her territory, yet he acted as if he were the master here.
Jiang Xiaonan also remained quiet, picking up her chopsticks and grabbing a piece of bok choy.
This sweet and sour bok choy was quite well-made.
