"Needless to say! I have worked as an assistant chef. My culinary skill is not something you should look down on." He said with a condescending smirk while cutting the carrot on the cutting board. The knife didn't cut impressively fast, but the neat even pieces of carrot were the result of the steady and competent usage of the knife. "Babe, I think it works."
"What works?"
"You can be the breadwinner of the house and I can stay home and cook for you. What do you say?" Obviously, he was pulling a leg, but Xiulan might have taken it more seriously than he thought because at the moment her concentrating brow pulled closer in deep contemplation while her head bobbed up and down. Then, she shook her head, disagreeing with her inner mind.
Only then, did he sigh in relief. Nothing good would come out of her taking it in a serious way. Imaging him on his own in the house was painfully boring. That was not something he could handle.
