"Is this edible? Will it be bitter and awful and poisonous?"
The dishes Yan Huan had cooked before were really awful. Although she was good at cooking noodles now, it was hard to predict for the other dishes she cooked.
Yan Huan took the chopsticks and ate the meal herself. The first one to have a try always needed courage, and her courage derived from her self-confidence. The dishes she cooked must be good.
This was not self-praise. She could cook well. When she had married Lu Qin, she had wanted to be a capable wife. However, she realized the truth at the last moment.
If a man never fell in love with you, what you did was vain, ridiculous.
Lu Qin didn't need a capable wife. He needed a stepping stone, he needed money, he needed a woman with a better way to get him out.
Her mind wandered far away. Suddenly, a large face appeared in front of her eyes.
