"How is it? Does it taste good?"
A piece of slightly spicy and fragrant lean meat was stuffed into his mouth, accompanied by the expectant voice of a short-haired girl.
"Delicious!"
It had color, aroma, and taste in perfect harmony.
No one knew how Guan Yongyi, who usually lived a life of leisure, developed such cooking skills during the winter break.
But in any case, taste doesn't lie.
"If every dish you make is this good, we could handle all three meals at home in the future."
The man ate up all the food with gusto, holding his now round belly, giving a highly enthusiastic endorsement.
"Hah, dream on!"
"Cooking for you every day, do you really take me for a housewife?"
Guan Yongyi's eyes curved with joy, the light slanting in from the window reflected off her delicate earlobes, making them gleam.
...
Holding Guan Yongyi's small hand, they took a walk downstairs.
"Don't we look like two retired old cadres, going for a walk after a full meal?"
