Mu Shuoqian had one hand on the doorknob, his face blank, wondering what the rush was all about this morning.
Gu Qili felt a sense of imbalance in her heart.
She came downstairs wearing a red tracksuit, and Mu Shuoqian was busy in the kitchen, the range hood was on so it was very loud and he didn't hear her footsteps.
Gu Qili curiously leaned on the door to peek inside, just in time to see him throwing instant noodles into the boiling water.
She knew Mu Shuoqian couldn't cook, having never seen him in the kitchen before, but instant noodles don't require any culinary skills; even a child who can reach the stove can cook them.
Despite it being just a simple bowl of instant noodles, Gu Qili still gazed dreamily at his tall figure, remembering a wise man once said, "A man doing housework is the most handsome."
Mu Shuoqian cooked two bowls of noodles, and only turned off the range hood when the steam had mostly cleared, turning around to see Gu Qili standing at the door.
