"Yes. You've had some alcohol, it's better to have some porridge."
The word "cake?" lingered at the tip of his tongue, but when he saw her with her head bowed, fingers fiddling with the hem of her clothes, a trace of reluctance flickered in his heart, and he swallowed the words that were about to spill out.
"Sit down." Jun Ye pulled out a chair for his wife.
Shen Jiayin stepped back: "I haven't taken the bowls and chopsticks yet."
"You sit down, I'll get them." After saying this, he glanced at her and walked into the kitchen.
Shen Jiayin panicked, trailing him anxiously, fearing he might accidentally open the wrong cabinet and discover a surprise. At the same time, she secretly thought, it wouldn't be too bad if he found out, it would at least save her from worrying.
So, did he find out or not?
