"Whew—"
Pan Hui emerged from the kitchen carrying noodles in spicy oil, and noticed her husband holding a cup of tea, blowing at the steam, while staring intently at something on the tea cabinet.
It was a bouquet of flowers.
She had noticed them when she woke up, but had no idea where they came from. Initially, she thought they might be a surprise from her husband, but quickly dismissed that thought.
They were an old couple now.
Besides.
After all these years, she knew that Fang wasn't the romantic type.
"Come and eat noodles."
Fang Weiguo ignored her, seemingly enchanted by the artificial flowers, sipping his tea while appreciating them with great relish.
"I said, come and eat noodles, didn't you hear?"
Pan Hui walked over, "What's so great about them?"
"They're beautiful, truly beautiful."
Fang Weiguo nodded to himself, his gaze never wavering from the bouquet. His transfixed expression made Pan Hui scowl, then she waved her hand in front of his eyes.
