Was He Afraid That She Would Lose Interest in Him and Get Sick of Him?

"If you like it, I'll buy more for you when we get back. Or we can hire the pastry chef at the cake shop. That way, he can make it for you anytime you want."

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

"Cough, cough, cough. There's no need. I'll just eat it occasionally. I can't eat it every day."

Although she knew that her husband was rich, and hiring a pastry chef was nothing to him, she still felt that it wasn't necessary.

This was… a little exaggerated.

She didn't want to eat cake every day. Moreover, no matter how delicious it was, she would get sick of it soon.

"Will you get sick of eating cake every day?" Mo Yesi suddenly turned around and looked at her strangely.

Qiao Mianmian was stunned by his question, but she still nodded. "Mm, no matter how good it is, I'll get sick of it if I eat it every day."

"So the person you like is the same?"