She showed him a tender smile, he turned around emotionlessly and sat down.
There were several plates of food that he loved on the table.
Did she make all these dishes?
"Eat soon." A bowl of white rice was placed in front of him, and the woman's soft and meticulous voice sounded next to him.
He didn't ask why she cooked instead of the maid. He was hungry and took a bite of the food she made with chopsticks.
Unspeakably, it tasted quite good. He didn't know she could cook, let alone her excellent cooking skills.
However, the children of poor families learn to take care of the households early on, so it's not surprising that she can cook. It, in fact, seemed somewhat expected.
After a few bites, he found her still standing by his side.
Taking a glance at her, he inadvertently saw several red spots on the back of her hand, caused by hot oil.
Jian Yufei's hand was very white, so those red spots seemed particularly abrupt.
