The cloying sweetness warmed Feng Fanghua's heart.
During the meal, Huanhuan sat between Qin Mu and Mu Yichen, sipping her soup and watching them both with a silly smile.
Feng Fanghua watched from the front and suddenly felt a sense of guilt.
Thinking back to the words she had said to Qin Mu and the things she had done, she looked up at Qin Mu again. Seeing no trace of resentment on his face, her struggle intensified.
"You two should come back more often. That's when it feels like a real meal. Otherwise, the three of us at home is just like filling our bellies," Mu Zihao said.
Qin Mu laughed involuntarily at the word "filling bellies," and though she didn't dare to promise directly, she would definitely come if they asked, no matter how busy she was.
"Yichen, you too. How can you take care of your wife like this? Weren't you going to cook for her yourself?"