"It tastes bad."
"If it tastes bad, then why are you still eating it? Just give it to me," Yu Gangan stretched out her hand to grab Fang Zhihan's bowl, but he brushed her away again. With his usual coldness, he swept his eyes across the woman in front of him.
Yu Gangan laughed to herself as she continued to eat her noodles and observe the man. 'Someone' was eating in a particularly prissy way, like a noble from ancient times.
"During the time that we live together, the housework will be equally shared. You will clean on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and I will clean on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. If you are busy, you can ask to take the day off."
Sure, this man looked like a noble, but even if he was a real noble, Yu Gangan wasn't about to let him live in her home for free.
So, she expressed her thoughts firmly, "Tonight's supper, for example, I cooked so you should clean the dishes."
