After a while, Ye Xinluo's voice came through, "I was just changing the little one's diaper, your tone sounds tired, is something serious going on?"
"No..."
He glanced at the pile of paperwork, rubbing his forehead in frustration, "I might be a little late coming home, just tell the kitchen what you want to eat and let them make it."
"Okay, got it."
Suddenly, she remembered something, her tone slightly elevated, "Was that soup at lunch made by you? Why does it taste so different from before?"
Well... it probably wasn't made by him!
He knew exactly what soup Ye Xinluo was referring to, but he said nothing about it, "Do you like it?"
"I love it, absolutely love it! I'm telling you, after my postpartum recovery, teach me how to make it, I liked it after just one try."
The taste of something made by one's mother would surely be wonderful, seeing as it was made carefully...
