Hearing Nü Lü's words, Zhao Fu gave a response, then asked, "You never left?"
Nü Lü shook her head and said with a smile, "Husband! You've been reading for an entire day—it's night already. I only just left to make some dishes. I don't know whether they suit your taste."
Zhao Fu looked to the side and found that the food had already been laid out on the table. Nü Lü was treating him so well that he felt somewhat unaccustomed to it, and he raised his head to look at her.
Faced with Zhao Fu's gaze, Nü Lü's face reddened slightly as she asked, "Husband, what's wrong?"
Zhao Fu could not help but ask, "Why are you treating me so well? You shouldn't have any reason to. I know perfectly well that I don't have that much charm to make you like me so quickly! This time, you chose to enter Great Qin only to end the transfer of fate, right?"
Nü Lü gave a light laugh and replied, "So that's what this is about! Because you're my man now, and we'll be spending the rest of our lives together. Of course I have to treat you well!"
Zhao Fu did not know how to answer her, nor had he ever considered the matter of spending a lifetime together. He suddenly fell silent.
"Husband! The food will get cold," Nü Lü reminded him with a trace of a smile, breaking Zhao Fu's silence.
Zhao Fu came back to his senses and nodded. He set the book aside, walked over to the table, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, and tasted a dish. It was quite good.
Nü Lü glanced at the book Zhao Fu had set beside him and found that it was written entirely in a very unusual