As soon as he entered, he was greeted by a tantalizing aroma of food.
"Wow, that smells amazing!"
Xiao Zheng saw that there was food on the table and Leng Ruobing was eating. He naturally grabbed a pair of bowls and chopsticks and sat down.
But before he could even sit, Leng Ruobing's icy voice rang out, "The food here isn't meant for you."
Xiao Zheng was taken aback and then shamelessly said, "Wife, you're breaking my heart. I'm slaving away every day, and you won't even let me have a hot meal when I get home?!"
Slaving away every day? Hearing this, Leng Ruobing felt like grabbing a knife and killing Xiao Zheng.
"Ouch, this is my favorite shredded pork with garlic sauce!" Xiao Zheng reached out with his chopsticks, but just as he was about to succeed, Leng Ruobing flicked them away with her chopsticks.
Leng Ruobing coldly stared at him, "I told you, there is no food for you here. If you want some, go cook it yourself."
