Hmph, it's not like I can't cook it myself! Qin Miaomiao, full of determination, decided to make the noodles herself. However... standing in the kitchen, she stared blankly at the unfamiliar stovetop. How do you even turn this thing on again?
Forget it, she might as well order takeout.
Just as she took out her phone, she realized it was already past midnight. Ordering takeout at this hour felt undeniably sinful—plus, there might not even be any available.
Resigned, she sat back at the dining table, propped her chin up with both hands, and stared at him with a look of grievance.
"Lu Qing, I'm starving. You wouldn't be this cruel, would you?"
Lu Qing, right in front of her, popped that last piece of egg into his mouth, leaving her no trace of even the egg white.
Absolutely outrageous!
"Hey, I served you for four hours, and this is how you treat your wife?"
