"Smells delicious, indeed meals from your home are the best." Gong Wuyou smiled. He seldom got to eat food made by Qin Xue, which made occasional meals more unforgettable.
"Eat more if you like it, and after you're done, go home and rest early. I'll take care of your leave, and you can't go back to work until I say so. Otherwise, just stay home and rest in bed, got it?" Chu Molin set the dishes down, turned around, and took the soup from his wife's hands, placing it on the table, issuing orders to Gong Wuyou.
"Alright, I understand." Gong Wuyou didn't ask why. Chu Molin knew the reason, but Qin Xue didn't, so when she heard Gong Wuyou agree, she looked at him twice. However, his expression was so calm that she couldn't tell what he was thinking.
She felt that something might be wrong, but seeing the family with their usual expressions made her wonder if she was overthinking it.
