the night was quiet, and after the beginning of autumn, the coolness was evident.
song fengwan was working on the design drafts in the studio. when she returned to the house, she picked up her pen and put it down on the paper. she felt a little uneasy. fu chen was really acting abnormally today. he had gone back to his room to rest without eating two mouthfuls of dinner. she put down her pen and went downstairs to the kitchen.
she was indeed handicapped and had no talent in cooking. after all these years, she had no problem cooking noodles.
he scooped up the noodles, heated two appetizing vegetables, drizzled the soup, and put a few pieces of sauced beef. then, he carried the noodles upstairs.
fu chen wasn't asleep. he could tell from the smell that song fengwan had brought the food over. he got up and looked at her.
"eat something before you sleep." song fengwan placed the bowl of noodles on the table. " you didn't eat anything for dinner? "
"yes."
