Seeing her praising expression and how satisfied she looked when she ate the food, Xian Yijun chuckled. He sat down opposite her and helped her take some of the meat and vegetables in the pot to her bowl. "If you like it, eat more. You don't need to learn to cook, I'll cook whatever you want to eat in the future."
Wei Zhijuan's chopsticks came to a halt before she looked at him in surprise. "Until that far you are willing to win my heart?"
"If you don't accept it, of course, I'd be more than happy to have you as my housewife." He laughed.
Wei Zhijuan rolled her eyes at him. "I really hate cooking, but when I came back to America, in order to divert my anger, I learned to cook some good dishes from my family's chef. My cooking wasn't very tasty, but at least it was pretty edible."
"It was me who pushed you too hard in the past." Xian Yijun took a few more pieces of meat and vegetables and put them in her bowl after they were no longer so hot.
