When Fu Yisi heard the noise and came downstairs, Ji Sang had already finished the call and made breakfast.
"How come you're down so early?"
Fu Yisi walked over to Ji Sang, and just as he reached out to hold her for a good morning kiss, Ji Sang pushed him away.
"I just finished cooking breakfast; there's grease on me."
It was just frying some eggs, leaving a faint lingering smell.
On Fu Yisi himself, he might indeed care a little, but it was different with Ji Sang.
The man put a bit more strength into his hands, wrapped Ji Sang back into his embrace, leaned down to kiss her cheek, and sighed with satisfaction.
"No way, my wife is obviously fragrant."
Ji Sang had grown accustomed to Fu Yisi's sweet nothings by now. Perhaps women are inherently auditory creatures; hearing these words, she naturally felt happy.
"Let's eat first."
