When she reached home that night, Jian Ai cooked a bit of porridge. There was also a batch of pickled vegetables Chen Jin previously made in the fridge.
Over the past few days in Macau, Jian Ai had been eating and drinking without any restraint. She felt that she had gained weight, so she planned to eat something light to clear her stomach.
Most importantly, she did not know how to cook anything other than porridge and noodles.
There were no traces of Chen Jin coming back home. It was probably because the production team was busier. He might need to stay by Qinghuan's side for a longer period. However, she didn't know how Chen Jin was doing and if he had already adapted.
"Is Elder Sister at home?"
Just as she placed dinner on the table, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
