Weilan cooked a nutritious broth for Lu Hechen, a homemade bone broth. She served a bowl and brought it out, placing it on the dining table.
Lu Hechen was still sitting on the sofa, holding his phone, reading the news.
"Time to eat," Weilan said to him as she looked over, "Drink the soup while it's hot. There's also a side dish, almost ready. Go wash your hands first."
"Okay!" Lu Hechen put down his phone and went to wash his hands. Soon, he was back. Weilan was still busy, and he walked to the kitchen doorway, hearing the clanging sounds of a spatula hitting the pot.
So ordinary, just like any other simple and ordinary family.
They were living that kind of life now.
Weilan was cooking, wearing an apron, while he stood at the kitchen door, feeling immense happiness just by looking at her.
Turning back, he saw Lu Hechen. Weilan spoke, "Hey, why are you in the kitchen without drinking the soup? Your body hasn't fully recovered, you shouldn't be inhaling the cooking fumes."
