A piece of rib, a strip of vegetable, a shrimp, a chopstick full of pea shoots, Fu Mingyu ate quietly and comfortably, and Wen Nuan's lips gradually curled up.
Having had too much for lunch at the Japanese restaurant, Wen Nuan didn't feel very hungry. She scooped up a bowl of soup and sipped it slowly. After finishing the soup, she ate half a bowl of rice with the dishes and felt full.
Almost all the remaining dishes ended up in Fu Mingyu's stomach.
When clearing the dishes, Wen Nuan's eyes sparkled with joy.
"Let me do it..."
In private, Fu Mingyu didn't act like a young master at all. Since Wen Nuan cooked, he took the initiative to wash the dishes.
In the time it took Wen Nuan to be momentarily stunned, Fu Mingyu had already taken the apron off her and draped it over his arm, then carried the dishes into the kitchen.
