Mary, seeing how many mouths there were, sighed and brought out another ten kilograms of meat.
Honestly… every time she entered the mindscape, she somehow turned into the designated cook.
Ryan immediately stood up to help. He wasn't about to let his wife exhaust herself while these "guests" enjoyed the food.
The spiritual pets, sitting quietly, suddenly felt a hostile gaze sweep over them.
They exchanged confused looks.
Had they… offended him today?
How could they possibly know what was going on inside the mind of the wife-protecting maniac, Ryan?
From the moment he stepped into the kitchen, his eyes had never left Mary.
He was afraid she would be wronged, afraid she would get tired, and even more afraid that she would silently shoulder everything herself.
