But Brother Yan's was different. Though slightly lacking in taste, it was the most delicious she had ever eaten.
"It's not because of the person who cooked, but because of the person who is eating."
Yun Ya knew the meaning behind this sentence and couldn't help but smile, "You'll definitely not be a good wife and mother in the future."
Yun Ya frowned, "What do you mean by that?"
Yan Song smiled and walked into the kitchen with the empty bowl.
"Why would you say that about me? I don't accept that. You're discriminating against me," Yun Ya followed him into the kitchen, circling behind Yan Song.
Yan Song finished washing the bowl and then thoroughly washed his hands again before turning and walking out.
"Figure it out yourself."
By five o'clock, the rain had let up, and it was time for Yan Song to leave.
Shielding Yun Ya with an umbrella and his coat, Yan Song wrapped her in his embrace, keeping all the wind and rain outside.
