Su Mu had never imagined what it would look like to see Fu Shinian bustling around the kitchen in an apron one day, but the scene she never dreamt of suddenly appeared before her without warning. Wearing a pink and blue apron, he was tasting the soup for saltiness with a spoon in hand, and beside him stood a little impish spirit. Such a scene would warm anyone's heart who saw it.
Su Mu was naturally no exception, so she stood there frozen for a few seconds. If Qiqi hadn't noticed her and run over to call her, Su Mu's contemplation might have lasted even longer.
Led by Qiqi to the dining room, Fu Shinian had just served the soup. When he saw Su Mu, he looked up and smiled slightly:
"After a busy day, come and eat."
Su Mu looked at the table full of delicious dishes, incredulously asking Fu Shinian:
"You made this?"
"Can't I?"
"You never used to cook." Not even instant noodles.
Fu Shinian smiled slightly: