Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Tuan Tuan answered firmly, even though he had no idea what the egg noodles Lin Nuan mentioned looked like.

Seeing that Tuan Tuan was really hungry, Lin Nuan decided to cook up a bowl of easy to digest noodles for him. Looking sideways at Fu Huai’an, she asked out of politeness, “Mr. Fu, would you like a bowl too?”

Regarding egg noodles, Lin Nuan felt that her culinary skills would be good enough…

Even though they were about to receive their marriage certificate, but the way they interacted… They were extremely distant with each other, particularly the polite manner Lin Nuan called Fu Huai’an with.

Fu Huai’an looked at his wristwatch. Seeing that it was no longer early and that he’d always had the habit of eating dinner, and since Auntie Li wasn’t around today… Fu Huai’an, whose taste buds had been groomed to be picky, had indeed not eaten anything that night.

After Lin Nuan asked, Fu Huai’an took some interest in those egg noodles…

“Sorry to bother you…” Fu Huai’an’s words were polite, but his tone didn’t convey the same—it was as though that was how it should be.

Lin Nuan knew it was because Fu Huai’an was used to being in the higher position… His tone was out of habit and not specifically targeted at her.

You’re welcome…” Lin Nuan said, already turning around to the kitchen to prepare.

Fu Huai’an looked towards Tuan Tuan who was obediently holding his glass of milk and asked, “Do you know what egg noodles are?”

Tuan Tuan shook his head, but he still looked happy…

At kindergarten, his friends always showed off the good food that their mothers prepared for them. It would be the first time for Tuan Tuan to eat food made by his Mama in all the years of his life so far, so he was really happy… No matter what it was, Tuan Tuan would surely love it.

Lin Nuan took out tomatoes, eggs, and some green vegetables from the fridge.

From where Fu Huai’an was sitting, he could see Lin Nuan being busy in the kitchen…

Lin Nuan tied up her still wet hair and pushed up her sleeves to reveal her slender arms. She handled the fresh greens with familiarity, washing them under the tap.

The warm kitchen light reflected off the water dripping over Lin Nuan’s fair and slender hands. They looked especially pretty…

A girl’s home is always decorated in a cozy manner, unlike Fu Huai’an’s house which had simple designs and decorations… The color scheme was simple and calming.

At Fu Huai’an’s, apart from Tuan Tuan’s room which had more colors, the whole house had a quiet and dull atmosphere.

It was like Tuan Tuan couldn’t see enough of Lin Nuan’s house; his big eyes wandered everywhere. Even though it was clearly bedtime, he was still energetic and excited.

Seeing a white cat bed placed on the balcony, Tuan Tuan ran over, his small hands pressed onto the full window as he looked out…

The cat bed, cat litter box and toys were all neatly placed on the balcony.

Fu Huai’an carried Tuan Tuan back and made him sit on the couch quietly, his own gaze falling on the photo frame in a corner….

In the frame was a photo of Lin Nuan, approximately when Lin Nuan was 17 or 18 years old.

Lin Nuan held a gray British Shorthair cat in her arms, smiling happily while the gray cat seemed to be lazing around. Eyes half-squinting while it lay comfortably in Lin Nuan’s embrace, its tail drooped lazily over Lin Nuan’s arm…

Fu Huai’an involuntarily picked up the frame to take a good look before putting it back on its original place.

Probably because of the long wait, plus he’d just drank a glass of milk… Tuan Tuan’s eyes started feeling tired. He rubbed his big eyes as he leaned against the back of the couch, thinking that he’d rest a while, just a while before he can eat the good food Mama was cooking up.