Chapter 82 - Since When You Eat Junk Food? (1/2)

His pretty eyebrows were raised slightly. ”You've gone dumb?”

Jiang Ruolan snapped out of her daze and realized how embarrassed she was. She hurriedly closed the bathroom door and washed her face. Two or three minutes later, she opened the door again and walked out.

Xian Zihao picked up the newspaper on the tea table and sat on the couch.

Jiang Ruolan expected to smell the lingering smell of smoke and alcohol in her husband's body but instead, she smelled a refreshing and soothing scent like a forest after the rain.

”You … Why are you here?” she asked doubtfully.

Xian Zihao looked up and looked at her. He put down the newspaper and didn't answer her question. Instead, he looked at her face and asked, ”Why do you look so ugly?”

”Probably because I didn't sleep well last night.” Jiang Ruolan touched her face and forcing out a smile.

Xian Zihao looked at her for a moment but said nothing. He got up and was about to pour water when he saw a bucket of instant noodles at the kitchen counter. He stopped and glanced at her.

Jiang Ruolan pursed her lips and said, ”Instant noodles are for me. I don't have much free time in the morning. It's good enough for me to have instant noodles in three minutes.”

Xian Zihao continued to pour a glass of water from the water dispenser. He seemed to have a habit of drinking a glass of water in the morning. This habit was the easiest way for him to take care of his health.

Jiang Ruolan noticed that as long as he was not too busy with his job, all his life habits would be very orderly and healthy.

He went back to the sofa and picked up the newspaper again. While reading the newspaper, he will drink water.

Jiang Ruolan felt that Xian Zihao was acting a bit weird today. Since Zhan An was not at home, they no longer had to pretend to be love and harmony. She ignored him and went straight to the kitchen to make herself a bowl of fragrant noodles.

In this quiet atmosphere, only the sound of their breath was heard and the sound of Xian Zihao flipping through the newspaper in the living room.

Three minutes later, Jiang Ruolan took off the paper cover on the instant noodle and stirred it with her small fork. She lowered her head and opened her mouth to eat.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure who unknowingly appeared in front of the kitchen door.

She quickly put down her fork and looked at Xian Zihao, who was standing in front of the kitchen door with his hands across his chest in astonishment.

He was looking at her with a smile that did not seem to be a smile.

”You want to eat it too?” she asked stiffly.

”Can you bear to split half with me?” Xian Zihao's words didn't sound like he was joking.

Jiang Ruolan was greatly embarrassed. She used her small fork and poked her noodles twice, ”I never thought President Xian would eat junk food too.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, ”Why can't I eat junk food? I just got home early in the morning. As my wife, you are really lazy. You can't even cook another pack of instant noodles for me.”

Jiang Ruolan: ”...”

”There's only one box left. If you're hungry, then eat it. I haven't eaten it yet.” Jiang Ruolan lightly pushed the bowl of noodles in his direction.

Xian Zihao smiled at her. ”I will eat. Are you going to watch me?”

”I need to get ready to go to work in a while. I don't have time to cook, okay? Besides, the food I bought two days ago in the fridge has been eaten by mom.” she whispered.

”Jiang Ruolan, what day is it today?” Xian Zihao asked suddenly.

”Weekend.” She answered his question spontaneously and her eyes widened in shock. Jiang Ruolan stared straight at the growing smile in Xian Zihao's eyes.

”Hmm?” He raised his eyebrows.

”Sunday...Six.” Yesterday, she was too sick. Once she woke up, she forgot that today was the weekend. She immediately hit her head.” Heaven, it's the weekend. I forgot!”

No wonder he came home so early in the morning, instead of going straight to the company. It's actually a weekend!

”Then what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you!” Xian Zihao's dark and calm eyes matched her bright and shy smile. Hearing his words, Jiang Ruolan stared at his face with a non-smiling smile. ”You, you want to do it for me?”