This night, Vivian does not know how many times scolded Morris, and even finally even his ancestors are greeted once.


    Morris was so angry and distressed that he finally did his best to speed things up so that she could rest early.


    The next day.


    Vivian woke up and Morris was no longer in the bedroom bed.


    This did not surprise her.


    Dragging her sore body to the bathroom to wash up, she deliberately looked in the mirror, but there were no traces left on her body that would dy the shooting.


    After changing her clothes, she walked out of the bedroom and was greeted by the rich, pungent smell of pumpkin porridge.


    Vivian slipped on a pair of slippers and walked to the kitchen where Morris was busy at the stove with his back to her.


    She leaned against the door frame with her arms around her chest, and looked at the man who was concentrating on cooking, and found the moment incredibly beautiful.


    After standing for a while, she noticed that Morris seemed to be unaware of her presence, so she took a few steps forward and hugged her from behind him, pressing her cheek sideways against his back, “Morris, good morning.”


    Morris suddenly warmed his waist, Morris slightly side head, see Vivian on his back, he smiled with relief, “Why did not you sleep more.”


    “I have to go to the set today, so I’ll bete if I sleep again.”


    Vivian murmured with her eyes closed and yawned sleepily.


    Morris stirred the porridge in the pot with a spoon in one hand, and held her green fingers in the other, rubbing her tender fingers, “Your hands are so cold, you need to wear more.”Original content from N?velDrama.Org.


    “Well, I’ll wear more when I go out.”


    She said.


    “Go sit in the dining room, the porridge is ready.” He patted her hand and said softly.


    Vivian straightened up, turned around and went to sit in the dining room.


    A short whileter, Morris came out of the kitchen with a pot of porridge and saw Vivian, wearing a light blue plush jacket, propping her elbows on the table and holding her cheeks, looking yful and cute.


    She looked like she hadn’t woken up,zy, like a littlezy cat curled up in a nest in the winter, soaking up the sun.


    “It’s cold, have some porridge to warm you up.”


    Morris put the porridge on the table and thoughtfully gave Vivian a bowl of porridge and ced it in front of her.


    He then turned around and went into the kitchen, and when he came out again, there were two more cups of milk and a te of scrambled eggs with pickled vegetables on the tray in his hand.


    Vivian looked at the scrambled eggs with pickled vegetables and couldn’t help but see her eyes light up, “You made this?”


    “What else?” The man raised his eyebrows, a small smugness flowing between his brows.


    “How do you know I like to eat this?”


    “Mom and Dad told me.” Morris sat down across from her and pointed to the te of scrambled eggs with pickled vegetables, “Two days ago Mom and Dad had pickled vegetables sent to them and said you liked them. So I called Dad and asked him to teach me how to make them.”


    Vivian looks at a te of scrambled eggs with pickled vegetables, garnished with a few pieces of garlic, the mostmon and earthy dish in the countryside.


    Vivian hadn’t had hometown food since she came to L City.


    She picked up her chopsticks and took a chopstick of the dish, filling it into her mouth and chewing it slowly, the taste was exactly the same as her father’s.


    “Well, is it good?” Morris was full of anticipation.


    Vivian bit her lip and nodded her head, her beautiful eyes looked straight at Morris, and as she watched, a thinyer of water misted up in her eyes.


    Her nostrils were sore, “Morris, thank you.”


    It was an honor to have a husband like that.


    Vivian could almost imagine how he looked when he called his own father to ask how to cook.


    The man couldn’t help but get up and sit down next to her, raising his hand to wipe the tear stains from the corner of her eyes, “Silly girl, just doing this for you is worth the tears?”


    Vivian stared at him for a few seconds, snickered, and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly, “You’ve done a lot for me, how could it be just this one thing?”