The next day, Li An'an was in a good mood. Yesterday, she had revealed to the reporters that Li Xinyi led an outrageous private life in high school. She had finally vented her anger. Although it was far from enough, she felt much better.
In the kitchen, she meticulously prepared lunch for Chu Yichen by cooking some homely dishes. She did not want to expose her real culinary skills. Her skills were reserved for her babies. She did not want him to push his luck.
Li An'an made a serving of stir-fried tofu and spring onion, a serving of cabbage, stir-fried meat with wood-ear fungus, a serving of winter melon pork rib soup, and a portion of fish soup.
Chu Yichen came back in the afternoon and saw the table of dishes. His expression was obviously appalled.
Li An'an explained insincerely.
"I'm not good at cooking, and I only know how to cook these dishes. My skills are nowhere near Auntie Zhang's."
