Because he knew that his Ruonan was proud and ambitious, she had devoted herself to the army and had never been in a kitchen in twenty-five years, not even knowing how to wash a dish.
Yet she was willing to cook for him, her husband, because she loved him, and she was willing to change for him.
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's delicious, much better than the food at our restaurant," Gu Haoyu said, picking up another bite of greens.
Lin Junyang: "..."
Brother, doesn't it hurt your conscience to speak like that?
Not to mention that hurting your conscience is small; if you go on like this, the child may not be born before their mom poisons you to death.
Lin Junyang was extremely satisfied with this meal, not just because the food from Brother's company was tastier than the army's, but also because there was enough romantic display in the air.
