She hurriedly dropped the book in her hand and went downstairs.
The weather in June is warm, especially in the evening, it doesn't feel too scorching, and the overall feeling is quite comfortable.
Halfway down the stairs, she already heard sounds coming from the kitchen, guessing that it should be Song Yansheng making dinner.
A bit embarrassed, being a wife yet letting her husband cook dinner for her, truly not quite competent.
But on careful thought, had there ever been a time she was competent?
The kitchen sounds gradually stopped, and Song Yansheng, dressed in a white shirt paired with casual pants, walked out, carrying a glass of juice in his hand.
Seeing Shi Nuan on the stairs, he gave a slight smile, "Hungry?"
Watching so intently, if she weren't hungry, why would she think of coming downstairs?
Shi Nuan felt embarrassed and asked Song Yansheng, "Is Second Uncle cooking?"
