Chapter 11 Compassionate Brand Breakfast

"What flavor do you want to drink? I can make it for you."

After pondering for a moment, Ning Ruixi felt she couldn't just be a little foodie who never lifted a finger, so she took the initiative to offer help.

Gao Han was genuinely taken aback by this gesture of goodwill. He watched his beaming little wife in astonishment, and only after seeing the sincerity on her face, did he look away and speak indifferently, "Plain flavor. The soy milk is in the machine, it's very hot, be careful."

It wasn't until that petite figure had turned and walked away that he turned his head back, put down the spatula he was holding, and fell into deep thought.