Su Wan felt Gu Nanzhou's gaze and met his eyes. The expression on her soft, pale little face was full of confusion.
As if he knew what Su Wan wanted to ask, Gu Nanzhou's eyes softened, and he explained, "This is what Wanwan made for me yesterday. I couldn't bear to throw it away."
Upon hearing this, a string in Su Wan's heart was gently plucked. Her eyes became somewhat misty, and her heart felt like it was soaking in a jar of honey, bubbling up.
Su Wan sniffled softly, feeling like her husband was such a fool.
The usually aloof and distinguished Gu, who seemed indifferent to women, turned out to be a fool who ate leftovers because he couldn't bear to part with what his wife had made by hand.
Su Wan's heart melted completely. She moved her chair and slowly shifted next to Gu Nanzhou. Once seated, the young girl moved away the stale dishes in front of Shen Yan and served him some that Wu Ma had freshly made today, scolding him with a stern face.
"Gu Nanzhou, are you dumb?"
