Bo Yanchen finished showering and immediately spotted the busy figure in the kitchen.
Her long hair was tied into a low ponytail, loosely and casually at the back of her head, with an apron tied around her waist, and slippers on her feet.
Holding a ladle, she gently stirred the pot, looking every part of a tender housewife.
Bo Yanchen felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart, dried his hair, hung the towel over his neck, and walked into the kitchen with long strides.
He hugged Tang Nuanning from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder,
"Why are you cooking at this time?"
Tang Nuanning turned her head and pecked his cheek, cajoling him,
"It's for my husband, but I don't know if he'll deign to take a bite?"
Bo Yanchen's heart bloomed with joy, and his mood lightened considerably as he hugged Tang Nuanning and returned the peck,
"If my wife made it, of course, I must eat it."
Tang Nuanning giggled and served the noodles.
