Huang qingwu looked at han yichu expectantly as she spoke.
Han yichu looked at Huang qingwu's eyes. The kindness and gentleness in his heart made it impossible for him to reject her coldly. Anyway, he was not in a good mood tonight, so he would be busy and not think too much.
"What do you want for supper?" han yichu asked in a low voice.
Hearing han yichu's promise and his gentle voice, Huang qingwu's heart was excited.
It felt so good. He was hers, and she was the only one in his line of sight. He even asked her what she wanted to eat.
Huang qingwu felt that she could be happy for a long time just because of these words.
In the beginning, she just wanted everyone to treat her as the real mistress of the house, because han yichu's attitude represented her status.
However, she really wanted to eat han yichu's cooking.
"I'll eat all the supper you make. "
