President Lu's home-cooked meal

Wan Jia continued munching happily. She had tasted lots of food before. This was obviously not the tastiest but it somehow had a special feel to it, with a tiny tinge of familiarity. 

"Is the chef in love?" 

Lu Aotian couldn't stop himself from laughing out. "Stop thinking about the chef and enjoy the food." 

Wan Jia finally caught on what was happening. "Wait, you cooked it?" 

Lu Aotian remained silent. 

"Oh my God! Why didn't anyone tell me I'm eating food prepared by President Lu himself? I would have savored it more carefully."  His cooking skills had improved by leaps and bounds! Ever since reuniting with him, this was the first time he had cooked. How could he not tell her earlier?

Lu Aotian didn't know what to say about his silly wife. "It's not too late. There's still a lot of food." 

"What's the use? I'm already full." She pouted.