"'Depends on your mood?'" Rong Si narrowed his eyes. "Who else do you want to cook for, huh?"
Su Jiu could feel the warning in his eyes. She knew that all she had to do was say she'd cook for someone else and what awaited her would be the consequences. Nothing good would come of it.
"You might be making these for other people now, but after you marry me, you can only make them for me."
M-marry him?
The corners of Su Jiu's mouth twitched, then her ears began to burn again. She stammered, "Why can't I make them for someone else after I marry you? You're too domineering. Can't I make snacks for my parents?"
"Except for them, of course, and our future children."
Su Jiu was speechless.
Future children… He's thinking too far ahead! Su Jiu's face flushed like a boiled shrimp.
Rong Si felt uncomfortable too. He avoided eye contact with her and changed the subject. "I'll eat first."
