Meng Yuhuai had just returned from the Escort Agency, drenched in sweat from his journey, and was hastening to fetch water to wash his face. He hadn't paid much attention to what Hua Xiaomai was saying. He was about to respond with a customary "hmm" when he suddenly realized what she was talking about, lifted his eyelids slightly, and saw his little wife eagerly smiling at him with a hooked lip corner.
"It makes sense to invite them for a meal, I was pondering it on my way back too. But... coming from your mouth, how come it sounds like you have an ulterior motive?"
He glanced at her with a half-smile, "Under the guise of thanking everyone for their righteous help, isn't it just that your hands are itching to cook? Am I right in guessing so?"
