Wen Yiming felt that calling Wen Nuan back early was absolutely a mistake made when he was addled.
After exchanging pleasantries in the living room for a while, the servant came and announced that dinner was ready, so Wen Yiming got up and invited Fu Mingyu to the dining room.
However, from the moment they started eating, everyone felt as if they had a toothache.
The sweet and sour pork ribs that Nuan Nuan loves, here's a piece...
For a balanced diet, here's a small plate of salad...
Hmm, today's shrimp are very fresh, let's get two for Nuan Nuan...
...
As if in his own restaurant, Fu Mingyu ate while murmuring, diligently serving dishes to Wen Nuan.
For complex dishes like shrimp and crab, Fu Mingyu even carefully peeled them and placed them in Wen Nuan's bowl.
And the other person, Wen Nuan, had an unfazed expression, as if this were a usual occurrence.
The atmosphere in the dining room was so harmonious that it seemed eerie.
