After Chu Zhiyuan and Wang Jing got home, they busied themselves making a few dishes, then sat down to eat.
But for some reason, as they ate, Chu Zhiyuan kept thinking about the man he had met outside town.
He kept losing focus on his meal.
Chu Zhiyuan told Wang Jing about it, leaving her rather speechless.
"Have you got a screw loose or something?" Wang Jing said.
"Sure, he was good-looking—very good-looking, actually—but why does a grown man like you keep thinking about him?"
To be fair, that man really had been stunning. Even Wang Jing had been struck by his looks.
But he was only a passerby. Once that first moment of astonishment had passed, she had gradually put him out of her mind.
At most, if she remembered him someday, she would marvel that such a handsome man existed in the world.
But her husband was thinking about him so much he lost focus while eating. What was that about?
A man thinking about another man so much he could barely eat.
To Wang Jing, it was simply beyond words...
"Thinking back on it, I keep feeling there was something extraordinary about him. That bearing of his—he was practically like an immortal." Chu Zhiyuan shoveled down several mouthfuls of rice.
"Have you ever seen an immortal?" Wang Jing rolled her eyes.
"Of course." Chu Zhiyuan grinned. "Isn't there a fairy sitting right in front of me?"
"Smooth talker." Wang Jing was unmoved.
Back when they had first started dating, her heart might have raced a little. But they were an old married couple now, and their child would be born soon.
She was past getting flustered.
All she wanted was a few more bites of food. She was eating for two, after all.
"Hurry up and eat.