Behind him, Kang Zhong pushed up his glasses and muttered to himself, "I knew it would be like this."
"Honey, dinner's ready. I made crucian carp soup and egg rolls, all your favourites," Qin Jiran said as he shook the big meal box in his hands and headed straight for the small lounge, where he laid out the lunch one by one.
Su Yanyi didn't need to be urged to wash her hands once she heard it was time to eat, and then she obediently sat down at the dining table, waiting for Qin Jiran to serve her food and soup. It wasn't that she didn't take the initiative, but rather that her man simply wouldn't let her lift a finger, fearing she would tire herself out.
Su Yanyi thought helplessly yet sweetly, but soon all her attention was captured by the aroma of the food, and she began to eat seriously.
