Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes, "She wasn't happy that I didn't come back?"
"It's not just that you didn't come back…" housekeeper Li sighed, "Miss Chi was in a good mood when she came back today, even mentioning the gift you sent her, so she wanted to give you a surprise as well, specially cooking dinner herself. Her fingers were cut and burnt... But then you didn't come back, and she was so angry that she threw away the meal she had labored over for three hours."
Mo Shiqian's usually calm and indifferent eyebrows twitched slightly, "She cooked?"
Having been Chi Huan's bodyguard before, he could say better than anyone how "lazy" Chi Huan could be; born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she might never have touched a rag in her life.
Cook?
In her own words from some time ago, it ruins the skin, harms the hands.
After she bought the apartment and moved out, she mostly had part-time workers cook, or she would order takeout. She might not even know what her own kitchen looked like.
