1215 does not have a heart 1

She walked into the kitchen and saw a bowl of stir-fried vegetables, a bowl of stir-fried beef, and a pot of fragrant rice on the table against the wall.

The tables and chairs had been moved from the main building in the yard, the room where the previous owner lived. The original furniture in the kitchen was too broken and had been chopped up for firewood.

The bowl and chopsticks, as well as the pots used for cooking rice and frying, were all new, only the pot for boiling water was an old one from before.

Xiao Yuchuan served Su Qingyue a bowl of rice, and as Qingyue sat at the table, she picked up a piece of the stir-fried beef and chewed it, "It's delicious."

"Of course," Xiao Yuchuan kissed her fair and exquisite cheek, "The 'lovingly-prepared beef' made by husband, could it not be delicious?"

She gave him a strange look, "How do you know what 'lovingly-prepared beef' is?" Isn't that a slogan that modern people like to talk about?