Xiao Yuchuan picked at the brown rice he had cooked earlier in his bowl, "Second brother, don't you think it's bitter? But I suppose, a meal cooked by the wife could turn bitter to sweet."
Su Qingyue completely missed their conversation, even though she occasionally could understand by reading the movement of lips. Unfortunately, each time the two of them called her 'wife', it was either not in her presence, or she didn't pay attention, or their words were all muddled together, making it hard for her to understand.
She still didn't realise that she had been bought as a wife for this family.
The corner of her eyes caught the second brother eating the overcooked rice from the pot, and she couldn't help but recall a moment from her modern life. There was a time when she slightly overcooked the rice, and her picky fiancé who never helped with any household chores, didn't eat a single bite and complained about her inability to even cook rice well.
