Just as Xie Changning was stretching, Yue Yihan appeared in the courtyard with a spatula in hand. He was wearing a white apron, looking very much the part of a househusband.
Their eyes met. Having slept well last night, Xie Changning gave Yue Yihan a huge smile.
"The body pillow was so comfortable. I slept like a log last night!"
For Yue Yihan, Xie Changning's praise was the highest honor, comparable to a first-class merit.
Yue Yihan's heart was doing flips. He felt like a giddy teenager, picturing himself either blushing happily, spinning in circles, or doing somersaults.
In short, any praise from Xie Changning would make him lose himself for a moment.
"What's for breakfast?"
Following the aroma, Xie Changning went to the kitchen and peeked into the pot. The next moment, an urge to retch washed over her. "BLEGH—"
Xie Changning didn't usually have reactions like this; it was the first time she'd ever felt an aversion to a particular food.
