Zhao Chuchu looked at Xie Heng from top to bottom. No matter how she looked at him, he didn't look like the type who would know how to cook.
She was a servant in the family, to begin with, and was even beaten on a daily basis. After marrying Xie Heng, she did not interact much with him. However, since he was blind, she decided to take on all the housework herself, and because of such circumstances, she didn't know much about Xie Heng.
"Nah." Zhao Chuchu shook her head. "Fine. I don't mind feeding you for the time being. Just eat whatever I make you. At least the food will be edible."
There was no way she would munch on tasteless food when she had a lot of good food and drinks in the carry-on space.
It was hard for her to store so much stuff in there, and she did it so she could enjoy them.
Xie Heng looked at Zhao Chuchu and remained silent.
She raised a brow. "If you don't like it, then make your own food. Junjun can eat with me."
