Li Hongying held Yi Roujing's hands, her eyes filled with deep affection and joy, "Mom will make you something delicious."
Li Hongying couldn't say anything incredibly moving, but this sentence made Yi Roujing very touched, as she really missed Li Hongying's culinary skills, "Mom, I've missed your cooking, the food you make is the best I've ever had."
Li Hongying smiled more gently, then exchanged glances with Ding Anmin and Ding Anguo, who obediently followed her to the kitchen to help. Yi Roujing then looked at Ding Ancheng, her eyes questioning.
Ding Ancheng pulled her into the house, then gently held Yi Roujing in his arms, softly rubbing his chin against her fair neck, "My fault."
"Where did you go wrong?" Yi Roujing asked curiously.
"At being too handsome, thus implicating my wife," Ding Ancheng said with utter seriousness.
Yi Roujing blinked her eyes with amusement, "That's not your fault, it's actually a merit, who can blame me for being so good-looking too."
