"Whatever," Heyu said, knowing that whenever Pei Yan asked her this, he intended to cook himself.
His culinary skills had always been remarkable, and for a while, she had thought of him as a chef hindered by his CEO duties.
Pei Yansi glanced at her as if, even though she'd only uttered two nonchalant words, he could make exactly the breakfast she desired. Without further questioning, he turned and left the bedroom.
As Heyu got up, the scent of food from downstairs already wafted through the air.
Sitting at the dining table, she couldn't help but glance at the man beside her, considering the breakfast spread before her.
This man, if he wished, always took the time to join her for three meals a day.
Feeling her gaze, Pei Yansi looked at her. "Is something the matter?"
Heyu shook her head.
Without another word, Pei Yansi served her a bowl of noodles.
After a few bites, thinking of the wedding photoshoot scheduled for the afternoon, her appetite waned.
