Zheng yuluo picked up a tomato with her chopsticks and put it in Jing Zhi's mouth. Jing Zhi ate it with a smile.
He actually didn't like sour things. He preferred sweet things. However, this was Zheng yuluo's dish. Even if it was sour, it had become sweet.
"Very good! My wife is the most virtuous wife in the world. I wish I could marry you earlier!"
Jing Zhi was not stingy with his praise. Although Zheng yuluo's dish was a little salty, it was already very rare for her to have such a high standard in her first cooking!
Zheng yuluo was very happy, and her whole body was filled with a kind of happy spirit.
Cooking for the man she loved was a very satisfying thing.
Zheng yuluo's thinking was more traditional. She had always believed that a qualified wife should at least be able to cook for her husband.
