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After a while, the phone call finally ended.
Gong Beiming stood up, set his phone aside, and walked toward Chi Xiaoyu.
"Baby, you're awake! Come try the omurice I made!"
He took her small hand and led her to the dining room.
On the table was a steaming dish of omurice that looked much better than yesterday's attempt; at least it looked appetizing.
But Chi Xiaoyu had lost her appetite.
"Have a taste!"
He pulled out the dining chair, helped her sit down, and spread a napkin for her.
Picking up a spoon, she scooped a few grains of rice and gently placed them in her mouth. It tasted indeed much better than yesterday's.
She sat eating while he sat across from her, his profound eyes watching her.
"Wife, I need to discuss something with you."
She looked up at him halfway through her meal.
"I've had Butler Shi prepare everything; we're going back to Longcheng!"
"Didn't we discuss this yesterday? I don't want to go back to Longcheng!"
Gong Beiming was silent for a moment.