Instant noodles, this kind of convenience food, used to be the single most essential item at home back when Mu Xi hadn't hired a nanny yet.
But now that there's Aunt Liu, a nanny with amazing cooking skills, who'd still want to eat junk food like instant noodles?
Mu Xi looked a little embarrassed. "Instant noodles? Sorry, I don't have any at home."
She'd originally planned to suggest he order delivery, which was definitely better than instant noodles, but when her gaze landed on his slightly tired face, what came out of her mouth changed.
"But there's still some braised pork ribs and rice left in the fridge. If you don't mind, I can heat it up and you can make do with that for a meal."
Surprise lit up Yang Sheng's face; the bright smile completely wiped away the weariness on it.
"Of course I don't mind! I couldn't ask for more."
