After coming home, Baobao was taken for a bath by Aunt Guan. Exhausted from accompanying the little one to explore every floor of the furniture store, Le Tong sat on the sofa, massaging her calves.
"Do you want me to give you a massage?"
Ji Rui moved closer to her, seemingly intending to genuinely offer help.
Le Tong glanced at him sideways, "That's not necessary. I'm hungry. Can you make me a bowl of noodles?"
Ji Rui thought he must have misheard, "Did I hear that right? You want me to cook noodles?" No one knows better than Le Tong that he's a kitchen disaster who confuses salt with sugar.
But looking at Le Tong closely, she seemed earnest, not joking.
"For sure!" Le Tong nodded firmly.
Ji Rui wasn't trying to shirk responsibility, but he wasn't sure if the noodles he'd cook would be edible.
"Aren't you afraid it might make you sick?" Even if she dared to eat it, he wouldn't dare let her try.
Le Tong shook her head, "Not afraid!"
