Gong Sheng thought to himself, isn’t the world bigger than my husband?
Stupid women are so stupid that they can’t do anything about it.
Helplessly, he reached out his hand again and stroked her shoulder. His voice was like the lowest tone of a cello, “Is the rice ready?”
Yun Qiao was caught off guard. When she heard his voice, she almost threw the spoon in the pot away. “You, you, why are you up? Don’t jump out and scare people, Okay?”
Gong Sheng pursed his lips. “I’m hungry.”
These three simple words were spoken calmly and charmingly by him.
Hearing this, the faces of the maids at the side turned slightly red.
Uncle Zhang’s face turned even redder. He quickly signaled the maids to leave the kitchen.
Soon, only the two of them were left in the kitchen.
Yun Qiao was slightly annoyed. “Wait a minute, the porridge still needs fifteen minutes.”
She turned back and continued to stir the porridge, as if this pot of porridge made her more nervous than him.
