The next day, Wang Xiaoqiang arrived at Feng Xiaoyu's home.
"I missed you to death." After not seeing each other for a month, Feng Xiaoyu hugged Wang Xiaoqiang and cried so much that she looked like a tearful figure, just like a pure-hearted young girl. In fact, Feng Xiaoyu was not that old, just in her early twenties, but still looked like a young girl—a girl who had become Wang Xiaoqiang's woman.
"Let's go, let's go out for a big meal..."
"It's not clean outside, let me cook for you," Feng Xiaoyu said tenderly as she gazed at Wang Xiaoqiang... "I just learned how to make a three-delight soup dumpling, wait till you taste it..."
"Hmm, do you need help?"
"No need, just watch TV, it will be ready soon..." Feng Xiaoyu said and then went to the kitchen to make the three-delight soup dumplings.
Wang Xiaoqiang didn't sit in the living room to watch TV but followed her instead, leaning on the kitchen door, quietly watching Feng Xiaoyu make dumplings.
