A loud clunk echoed as the bowl forcefully met the tabletop.
It almost gave the impression that, if she could, Yu Ting would have had Lu Nanchen eat his meal directly off the table.
Seated in his chair, Lu Nanchen was a bit nonplussed.
Her hands seemed unusually strong this morning.
After merely uttering a sigh of surprise, Lu Nanchen unflinchingly received the bowl as usual and began to eat his breakfast.
Seeing Lu Nanchen's indifferent reaction, Yu Ting felt as if she were punching into cotton. She gave up, grabbed her own bowl, and sat down on a nearby chair to eat breakfast.
After getting an omelet for Lu Xiaobao, Lu Nanchen also took one for Yu Ting.
Yu Ting's frustration gradually subsided, and she began to ponder more deeply.
He had carried all the groceries they bought yesterday afternoon.
The shrimp they ate last night was peeled by him.
He swept the floors at home.
He folded Xiaobao's clothes.
