Lin Mubai deftly washed the celery, and then replied to An Nan’s statent: "Alright, I understand. From now on, whenever you’re at ho and not flying, I’ll be sure to make the al and wait obediently for you to eat."
An Nan was taken aback when she heard this. She felt a strange sensation; wasn’t such a conversation supposed to occur between a married couple? How did it peculiarly appear in front of them, but...
Looking at that calm and firm back, An Nan shook her head suddenly, telling herself she was overthinking.
Still, she felt uneasy, sensing that suddenly, even the air in the kitchen beca ambiguous. She quickly left the kitchen.
Just as she left, Lin Mubai slightly turned his head, his beautiful eyes full of calculating light.
"Woman, you’ll obediently wait to be ensnared by ."
The simple three dishes and one soup were soon ready. Upon seeing the delicious food, An Nan imdiately threw all her previous complicated thoughts aside, her mind and vision occupied only by the taste.
After a full al, An Nan nestled into the sofa and proudly said, "Little White, the als you make are simply delicious, so delicious."
While talking, she still felt the taste lingering.
Lin Mubai just smiled at her indulgently, his hands still swiftly clearing the remnants on the table.
Even when doing things many n disdain, his movents remained graceful, which slowly made confusion appear in An Nan’s eyes.
"Little White, do you usually do chores at ho?"
Do chores at ho?
Lin Mubai was taken aback, looking at the other party in bewildernt.
Seeing that he seed not to understand, An Nan continued to ask, "I an, at ho, do you help your Mom with the chores?"
Any woman with such a perfect son would be very proud, right? At this mont, she began to feel curious about the Mom who gave birth to and raised this man. What kind of woman could give birth to and nurture such a perfect man?
This ti, Lin Mubai understood. He smiled slightly, a graceful figure erged in his mind, and he helplessly shook his head, saying, "My mom can’t cook. It’s occasionally my dad at ho, or my grandpa; my grandma can’t cook either; most of the ti it’s the servants."
After hearing this, An Nan was speechless, feeling that this man’s cooking might be a family inheritance.
Seeing the surprise on An Nan’s face, Lin Mubai smiled slightly without wanting to explain too much, because for this point, she would personally experience it in the future. Feeling it herself is far more effective than him saying it. But one thing is guaranteed, Lin Family n are devoted, they only fall in love with one woman in their lifeti, and that’s forever.
And so is he, when he falls in love with her, it’s forever. Just wondering when she can feel his love and respond.
The family topic did not last long, and An Nan soon fell asleep on the sofa.
Lin Mubai picked up his jacket placed beside him and draped it over her, then returned to the kitchen to clean up the dishes and utensils.
Half an hour later, he returned to the living room, leaned over, and scooped her up from the sofa, heading straight to the master bedroom he hadn’t entered yet.
While holding her, he couldn’t help but wrinkle his brows, wondering what was going on. Last ti, after the event, when he carried her into the bathroom, she wasn’t this light. How long has it been, and she has beco so thin? Couldn’t tell when she usually wears loose clothes, only now when holding her in his arms does he notice her looking so petite.
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