"What do you want to eat? I'll ask Aunt Zhu to make it."
Mo Qian showed no sign of impatience. He put down the bowl, pulled her into his embrace, and rested his chin gently on the top of her soft hair. His voice was tender as he asked.
Ji Wei couldn't think of anything at the moment. Suddenly, her gaze fell on the pile of snacks on the coffee table.
Those were the snacks they had bought while shopping at the supermarket yesterday, but they hadn't gotten around to eating them yet.
Right now, she wasn't interested in chips or chocolate, but when her eyes landed on the bag of spicy strips, they lit up with excitement.
Ji Wei felt puzzled. She clearly didn't buy spicy strips yesterday—how did they end up in the pile of snacks? Could they have accidentally fallen into the shopping cart?
The moment she saw the spicy strips, Ji Wei was overcome with a craving for something spicy.
"I want something spicy..."
She lifted her head to look at Mo Qian, her eyes pleading as she spoke.
