At that time, when she had just married into the Li Family, arranged by Old Master Li, she knew that Li Beicheng had a delicate stomach, so she painstakingly learned to make something warm and comforting for him to eat when he came home in the early mornings.
Now that she thought about it, Li Beicheng indeed ate her late-night snacks, but that's all they ever were—just late-night snacks.
In other words, her thoughtfulness had been meaningless from beginning to end.
An hour later, two home-cooked dishes, rich in color, aroma, and flavor, appeared on the opulent marble dining table, accompanied by a cheerful large and small figure circling around it.
"Try this first, this porridge took me a long time to master; it's my specialty..."
Blowing on the hot steam in the bowl, Yan Xiaye scooped up a small spoonful and brought it to Little Yunduo's mouth.
Little Yunduo, with her head bowed, revealing a stretch of her tender neck, her little face flushed, happily accepted the spoon-feed.
