When she came out, she found that the vase on the dining table was already empty.
"I remember there were a few flowers in here before, where did they go?"
"The flowers had dried up, but I've already bought new ones, though they won't be delivered until tomorrow," He Qianhui said.
Zhang Hao didn't give it much thought.
After tasting the red braised pork ribs made by He Qianhui, Zhang Hao gave a thumbs-up and exclaimed:
"If I could eat your red braised pork ribs every day, I'd die happy right now even if it caused me to heat up."
As soon as He Qianhui heard him say that, she quickly hit his head with her chopsticks.
"What are you saying at this hour? If you were to die now, what would I do?"
"Making me a young widow, no, just a widow."
Zhang Hao chuckled: "How could I let that happen? I haven't taken care of you enough yet. I was just speaking offhand."
He Qianhui glared at him, at a loss for words.
