Nianyang arrived at Li Tingyan's single dormitory as stealthily as a thief.
Li Tingyan knew she was coming and left the door open for her.
When Nianyang entered, she smelled the aroma of food. Covering her nose, she walked into the living room and saw, across from her in the kitchen, a man wearing an apron with his back to her, busy cooking.
Nianyang's eyes almost popped out. She stuck her little head into the kitchen, "Tingyan, are you cooking?"
Li Tingyan didn't even look back, "Who else but your husband would serve you like this?"
"..."
Such a sense of superiority.
Nianyang pouted and walked in while speaking, "When did you learn to cook, is it edible...?"
"Don't come in," Li Tingyan said, slightly turning his head, the light and shadow making his face appear even more defined,
"There's too much oil smoke; it'll choke you and the baby. Go sit in the living room and have some fruit; it'll be ready soon."
This tone, truly treating her like a child who needs care.
