After these words, Lin Huan, who had been lying on the sofa, suddenly froze, her face a picture of disbelief as she looked toward Wang Jie in the kitchen. She had never believed that a man could be like this since she was a child.
When she was very young, the family had become broken due to her father's infidelity, gambling, and all manner of idleness and mischief.
Now, looking at her younger brother and thinking about all the boys she had met growing up, not one was like Wang Jie. She even kept thinking that surely all men in the world must be the same; if they weren't unkind, then why would there be so much turmoil in the world?
However, when she turned her gaze toward Wang Jie, her vision instantly became hazy. This must all be an illusion, all fake.
Wang Jie hadn't made any elaborate dishes, just cooked some porridge and prepared some easily digestible food, but the taste was still exceptionally good.