"Hey!" Qiao Xiaon'an, at the dining table, let out a sigh. "I was about to prepare a couple of light meals for you, but you're finished eating already?"
Just as she was baffled about how a grown man could eat so little, Yun Mo, with his handsome and tall figure, had already gone upstairs, disappearing behind the large fortune tree at the stairway.
What kind of man was her husband, really?
He had been picky about food since childhood and was never partial to spicy flavors. So why had he insisted on eating her spicy dish earlier?
Because she cooked well?
But she felt that her cooking skills were truly inferior to those of Aunt Wu.
Was it because he was so hungry that he would eat anything?
But he had only eaten a small bowl of rice earlier and didn't seem very hungry.
Could it be that he came home specifically to keep her company?
Qiao Xiaon'an suddenly giggled to herself in secret joy.
Oh her Amo, such an enigmatic, yet heart-warming man!
