Muo Huangnian lowered his head and looked at her pleading, little face, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek. "What dishes are we having tonight?"
Manman didn't understand why he was asking that, but she quickly replied, "Anything you want to eat is fine. I can cook it for you. Can you hire a caregiver for my Second Brother?"
Muo Huangnian thought of the text message she had sent earlier and realized, surprisingly, that he remembered every word of its content. His lips curved slightly as he said, "Then let's have Braised Meatballs, Sweet and sour ribs, broccoli, and eggplant. How does that sound?"
Without thinking, she immediately nodded. "Sure, that's all fine."
"Did you used to make these dishes often?" He gazed into her eyes. "Did you make them while waiting for me at home?"
