In the evening, when Yan Zhen Guo returned, Gu Fuqiao had already prepared a table full of dishes. Yan Zhen Guo looked at the table full of food and couldn't help but smile.
Gu Fuqiao came out of the kitchen with a bowl of rice and said, seeing Yan Zhen Guo's expression, "Hungry, aren't you? Hurry up and have some food."
"Yeah." Yan Zhen Guo nodded, sat down, and said to Gu Fuqiao, "I didn't feel it before, but now that I have a wife, I can't even eat the food at my own home."
Although what Yan Zhen Guo said sounded strange at first, Gu Fuqiao understood what he meant. This guy was saying that when he went back to B City, the food at home wasn't as good as Gu Fuqiao's cooking.
Gu Fuqiao smiled, helped Yan Zhen Guo with some food, and then said, "Oh, come on, be content. I think Sister Li's cooking is quite good. I actually feel sorry for mom and dad, always making you cook... I don't know how mom and dad managed all those years."
