Shrouded in an indescribable ambiguity.
After all, they were nominally husband and wife, and it had been a long time since they had seen each other. There hadn't been time for affection last night. Faced with her new husband's return, Li Xingwan might not have known what to do.
This is, well, kind of like a honeymoon.
"Come here." Fu Chengzhou glanced at her, at that moment looking awkwardly out at the scenery. Li Xingwan.
"...Oh, okay." Li Xingwan didn't know what he wanted to do, so she walked over to his side and was just about to ask him when she saw Fu Chengzhou's arm suddenly reach out from behind her. He picked up a condiment from the table and asked her, "Do you know what this is?"
Li Xingwan's heart broke into pieces at that moment.
She knew that her virtuous wife and good mother persona definitely wouldn't hold up.
The original owner of the body had never cooked before. So she hadn't either. How could she possibly know what that was?
"Salt?"