Braving the heavy snow, by the time the two of them returned to Jingli's, the sky had completely darkened.
The dinner was prepared by Lian Qiao herself, without calling for the household staff at Jingli's.
She was in an exceptionally good mood today, humming tunes as she prepared dinner—a simple affair of four dishes and a soup, all homely and tasty.
The two of them sat opposite each other, eating and beaming with joy.
After dinner, it was Liehuo who cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes, displaying quite the domestic man flavor. Lian Qiao was extremely grateful for this, as she enjoyed cooking but disliked the preparations and the clean-up, especially the detested chore of washing dishes.
What a contradictory woman, but fortunately, there was a man who was willing to indulge her and dote on her.
