Naturally, a wife's cooking is the best.
While in the capital city, although he was dressed in fine clothes and ate refined food every day, in Chu Jinnian's view, the food tasted just like chewing wax, often unable to swallow it.
Eating a bowl of plain soup noodles here, he felt it was an indescribable delicacy.
"How long do you plan to stay this time?" Zhuang Qingning asked as she propped her chin.
"At least a year," Chu Jinnian smiled and quickly placed the cutlery he had just used into the washbasin, washed it himself, dried it with a dish towel, and placed it on the nearby dish rack.
"That long?" Zhuang Qingning was somewhat surprised.
"Do you think the time is too long? I feel it's a bit short. I plan to request the Emperor to extend my leave after our wedding is done," Chu Jinnian responded with a laugh.