Han Chen: "Are there any vegetables in the refrigerator?"

Zhou Mo: "No more."

Han Chen: "Buying groceries is a hassle. I'll go to the supermarket downstairs and buy two boxes of self-heating hot pot. I won't cook."

Zhou Mo: "You and I are thinking the same thing. I don't want to cook either."

Han Chen touched the top of her head and said, "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. You're already so tired after a day's work. It's hard enough."

Zhou Mo hugged Han Chen's waist comfortably, rubbing her face against his chest like a coquettish kitten.

"It's so kind of you."

"Haven't I always been good?"

Zhou Mo looked up at him, rested his chin on his chest, and said with a smile, "It's always been fine."

The two of them bought a self-heating hot pot to make do with the meal.

During the meal, Zhou Mo asked while eating, "Is your love for model airplanes influenced by your father?"

Han Chen paused holding the chopsticks, "It counts, but it doesn't count either."

Zhou Mo was curious: "How do you say that?"

Han Chen thought for a moment and said, "My father's main work wasn't aircraft, but aircraft propulsion systems—probably engines, boosters, and the like. We had a lot of books he used in school at home, and I loved flipping through them as a kid. Gradually, I developed an interest. Seeing my interest in these things, my mom bought me a model airplane. Kids are playful, so I became even more interested. Especially since other people started learning piano, calligraphy, and painting as hobbies, I was different, which gave me a greater sense of accomplishment. My uncles originally wanted me to learn an instrument or art, but my mom insisted on listening to my opinions. She let me study whatever I liked. Even if I didn't want to go to cram school, interest classes, or get a private tutor, that was fine. She had only one requirement for me: if I really liked something, I had to pursue it seriously and not be half-hearted."