The two of them embraced each other, and Rong Yan could feel that Qin Ye had calmed down after who knows how long.
So she let go of him, "Are you hungry? There's food in the pot."
Qin Ye's mood had indeed settled, and at this moment, his face showed a slight bashfulness.
"...I'm not hungry."
No sooner had he spoken than his stomach betrayed him with an ill-timed growl, which in the silent night was particularly conspicuous.
He instantly turned beet red, acutely embarrassed.
"All right, the food in the pot is what your mother-in-law stewed for you. If you don't eat it now, I bet she's going to nag about it first thing tomorrow morning!"
Qin Ye had no choice but to stand up, "...Then I'll go out to eat first."
Upon saying this, he turned and left.
It was as if he could feel the teasing gaze of his wife behind him, making his steps quicken.
Ten minutes later, Qin Ye returned.
He had obviously washed up.
Rong Yan looked at him, "Tell me! What exactly happened?"
