Gu Xiaoer, who discovered Han Luoli's secret, was quite resentful.
Why won't he just tell the truth?
Could it really be like Group Leader Gao said, if I can't win over his stomach, Da Luoluo will eventually divorce me...
Is it because he has things to do at noon and comes home late at night that he's afraid to eat my cooking?
The little girl felt a vague sense of crisis the moment she thought of this.
The two of them took just a few steps to reach the dining room, where a few simple home-cooked dishes were already laid out on the table.
Not very appealing, lacking in aesthetics, clearly the handiwork of Gu Xiaoer.
After the girl sat down, she didn't pick up her chopsticks. Instead, she rested her chin on her hands and beamed at Han Luoli, "Da Luoluo, hurry and eat. You must not have had a warm meal working outside for so long, right? Hungry? Quick, eat, eat!"
