Tang Yige was stunned, a trace of red swiftly swept across her earlobes.
Rong Sinan saw it and a warm arc appeared on his pale lips; his voice was gentle, "I've made breakfast, come out and eat."
Tang Yige nodded, but didn't move.
Rong Sinan curved his lips, turned around, and left the bedroom first.
Tang Yige stood for several more seconds before heading towards the bedroom door.
...
The apartment had a dining area.
Tang Yige and Rong Sinan sat on either side of the dining table.
Because the apartment didn't have extra ingredients, there were only noodles, eggs, and ham.
So Rong Sinan made two bowls of noodles with these ingredients.
Rong Sinan's culinary skills were indisputable; even the pickiest taste buds would be satisfied with what he personally made.
Tang Yige ate in silence.
"Shall we go to the civil affairs bureau in the morning or the afternoon?" Rong Sinan suddenly asked.
