Shui Anluo lowered her head to look at the vegetables in her hand. She was really annoyed at the prospect of making Chu Ningyi's dinner.
Shui Anluo's large eyes darted around. She then turned to look at the fridge. If she remembers correctly, Chu Ningyi had a weak stomach. He could not tolerate cold food and spicy food was even worse.
She knew this because her mother had told her that she would need to put more consideration into her husband's wellbeing so she had tried her best to discover Chu Ningyi's preferences and taboos. Now that she thought about it, she had not expected her previous research to have helped her now instead.
'Cook? Yes. I, Shui Anluo, may not be good at much else but things like spicy fish and Mapo Tofu? I'm the best at that. I can even present homemade ice cream.'
Shui Anluo's heart filled with joy as she thought about this and her actions became even faster.
