She walked to the kitchen door and stopped, leaning against the doorframe, her gaze following the busy figure inside.
The kitchen light was bright, his tall frame standing at the cooking station, as the aroma gently wafted from the ingredients in the pot.
This scene was undoubtedly warm and leisurely.
Gu Nanqiao looked at his back, her eyes slightly moist.
After cooking, Huo Jingting scooped out the small wontons onto a plate and carried them to the dining table.
After washing her hands, Gu Nanqiao pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table.
Huo Jingting then warmed a cup of milk for her and placed it in front of her.
The small wontons were filled with meat; Gu Nanqiao was full after eating just a few. After finishing, she pushed the bowl and chopsticks towards him, contentedly saying, "You wash them."
"Okay." Huo Jingting, naturally without objection, nodded and agreed.
