Zhao Yan had everything arranged, resembling a young girl waiting for her lover.
She sat by the table, elegantly and delicately making fruit tea, truly giving off a homey atmosphere.
While making the fruit tea, she occasionally glanced towards the villa's entrance, with a hint of impatience, decisively like a girl waiting for her lover!
Ah, Liu Zhizhong had never seen his wife like this before, and his heart couldn't help but feel a bit sour.
When will she treat me like this?
It seems she has never treated me this way, right?
Failure, such failure…
Once the fruit tea was ready, Zhao Yan sipped on it while fetching the skewers, all made from fresh ingredients. Slowly skewing them, she emanated another aura of living life.
Liu Zhizhong was truly astonished.
In his memory, when Zhao Yan was at the Zhao family, she never set foot in the kitchen, living a life where meals were served.
