Mu Wanqing looked at him, puzzled, "Didn't you say you wanted to order food on the way here?"
"I thought about it at first, but you said you didn't know what you wanted to eat, and I lost my appetite too."
But now that he sees her emotions seem stable, the worry he had is gone, and he feels hungry again.
Mu Wanqing didn't want to bother with him, but thinking of his delicate and sensitive stomach, she had to stand up: "I'll just make some noodle soup. There's nothing else."
She hadn't come home to stay for several days, and the food in the fridge had spoiled.
"Okay, I can make noodle soup. I'll do it." Wen Zhan wanted to show his hospitality, quickly getting up.
But Mu Wanqing didn't trust his cooking skills, so they both went into the kitchen together.
"Did you come from home?" the woman asked.
"Yes."
"Are the kids asleep?"
Wen Zhan said softly, "Uh... they weren't when I left, but they should be by now."