Lu Hualiang was having a video conference when suddenly the power went out.
What a familiar scene!
He quickly got up and returned to the room, but there was no one inside.
"Honey."
He called out, but there was no response.
He turned on the flashlight app on his phone and searched the room, finding no one, then intuitively went downstairs.
Sure enough, he found a flustered person in the kitchen.
At this moment, Xia Weibao was standing at the center of the kitchen, holding a black electrical cord in her hand, standing still like a student who had done something wrong.
Yes, it was a black electrical cord, one end with a plug, the other end unknown and seemingly torn off by her.
"What are you doing!"
Lu Hualiang was annoyed; was the kitchen a place she should be?
Xia Weibao pursed her lips, looking slightly aggrieved, "I was making noodles for you."
She didn't do it on purpose, really, she didn't mean it.
