Ho Zhen listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom and fell into deep thought. In the few days since he returned from his business trip, they hadn't had any meaningful conversations, fine.
She didn't even know how to wash clothes, even though he had already sorted them out, including the underwear. It was always like this.
He was the one who went out to buy breakfast, and dinner wasn't even worth mentioning—the stove at home hadn't been lit for a long time.
Although he made quite a profit from the business trip, securing several deals and earning a handsome commission.
But constantly eating out wasn't cheap, and the food was just so-so. He really missed home-cooked meals, especially Huang Jing's soups.
Seizing the moment when Huang Jing stepped out of the shower, "Xiao Jing, I want to drink the soup you make."
Was he suddenly remembering her culinary skills? Huang Jing's response was straightforward, "I don't have the time."
