Mu Wanqing was kneading dough alone, rolling out wrappers, and preparing dumpling fillings with swift, orderly movements.
By dusk, steaming dumplings were served on the table, each one white, plump, and emitting a delicious fragrance.
Wen Zhan watched the bustling figure of the woman, and his love for her grew a bit more quietly.
It seemed that Wen Lei was right; divorce actually provided a chance to start over, allowing him to see sides of this woman she had never revealed before.
And these were sides none of the noble ladies and daughters of established families by his side possessed.
It was also the side that particularly attracted him.
"What's wrong, think the New Year's Eve dinner is too modest? If you don't want to eat, you can leave now," Mu Wanqing said, seeing him staring at the dumplings in a daze, she threw him a sideways glance and issued a veiled order to leave.