Lu Zihao took his sweet time heading downstairs to the kitchen. His steps were leisurely, as if he hadn't heard the old man threaten to spank him like a naughty little boy.
He could already smell the delicious aroma of food in the air. Ever since getting together with Long Jinjing, she had learned to cater to his tastes—from the food he ate to how he liked her in bed—everything.
Without realizing it, his eyes had already softened.
Just by smell alone, he knew that she must have cooked several dishes. He had already told her several times not to tire herself out. They had a home cook who would prepare their meals when both of them were busy. However, Long Jinjing insisted that she loved cooking for their family whenever she could, so he let her be.
