Qin Mu glanced at the painting tools beside him and raised an eyebrow: "Artist?"
"I'm just an ordinary art student, not really an artist."
Mu Wan was still quite worried about being recognized as Mrs. Qin, so she always kept the painting matter very low-key.
Hearing this, Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes, very fond of his wife's low-key nature.
"Hmm, what does your husband do?"
"Model..."
Qin Mu: "..."
Not bad, I really like the job my wife has arranged for me.
Really like it.
Qin Mu curled his lips in satisfaction and put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand.
Mu Wan was obviously completely uninterested in her past and basic information, so she was too lazy to even ask.
"Come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night, I'll cook for you."
"No need to trouble yourself, I can cook myself..."
"Is that so, since you're cooking, there's no need to waste national resources by making an extra portion, so I'll just come over and join you, I won't stand on ceremony."
