"Mm..."
As sunlight streamed into the room, Tang Wulin opened his eyes in bed.
He stretched lazily, got out of bed, and walked out of the room, hearing Lang Yue and Huo Yutong talking in the kitchen.
"Yutong, your cooking smells so good. Wulin is going to be so lucky in the future."
"Mm, as long as he wants it, I can cook for him for the rest of my life."
"Wow, I'm starting to envy my own son. Yutong, how about you don't marry him? Let's ditch those two men and elope together, okay?"
"Mom, don't joke about that..."
Huo Yutong was clearly a little overwhelmed by Lang Yue's teasing, but Tang Wulin could tell from her voice and expression that she was enjoying it too.
To her, Lang Yue's affection also allowed her to experience the feeling of family members again after so long.
And Lang Yue was indeed right. Huo Yutong's dishes were among the finest in the world in color, aroma, and taste. Just smelling the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen had already whetted Tang Wulin's appetite.
At that moment, Huo Yutong noticed that Tang Wulin was awake. She leaned half her body out of the kitchen and said,
"Wulin, wait a moment. Breakfast will be ready soon."
Lang Yue leaned out after her and joked,
"Wulin, I heard you were already asleep when Yutong went back to her room last night? That won't do. How can you neglect your own Fiancée like that? Your mom still wants to hold a grandchild."
"Mom!"
Huo Yutong blushed furiously and hurriedly pushed Lang Yue back into the kitchen.
It seemed their relationship had already become very good.
Tang Wulin listened contentedly to the playful sounds from the kitchen and sat down by the dining table.
Tang