Shen Hanqian returned home, specifically buying her child's favorite tiramisu, as well as Xiao Qingcang's favorite large cherries and some dried fruits.
The child's father never asks for snacks or fruits, but if she places them on the coffee table, he also ends up eating quite a bit.
Through their semi-cohabiting intimate life together, she came to understand this about him, which made her feel particularly... close to him.
Little Junjun, seeing the items in his mother's hand, could hardly contain his excitement. "Tiramisu, my favorite!"
"Mhm, I passed by a store on my way home and bought some," Shen Hanqian said as she placed the cake box on the coffee table, almost like presenting a treasure. She then lifted the bag in her hand to show the dark red fruit inside. "Cherries. I'm going to wash them now!"
Xiao Qingcang's eyes briefly moved away from his phone screen, glancing at her. "Okay!"
