In all these years, he seems to have never cooked for anyone.
Or rather, he seems to have never touched these things.
With a cigarette in his mouth, he picked up his phone and googled some breakfast recipes.
Fortunately, making some porridge and frying a couple of eggs wasn't too hard. While flipping through the instructions, he cooked the breakfast.
He had to admit, even when returning home last night, he was still a bit bewildered.
The thought that there was a mini version of himself inside her belly made him marvel at the miracle of life.
He tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, just wanting to rush over to hug her and make sure it wasn't a dream.
...
When Xie Qinghuan woke up, the room was filled with the aroma of food.
Feeling a bit suspicious, she walked into the kitchen and saw the man in casual suit with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, slicing a cucumber, wearing a floral apron, exuding an inexplicable sense of harmony.
