"Good, faithful, wife, material."
She spat out four words with a giggle.
Then, without the slightest fear, she boldly continued:
"Um, the kind that I keep hidden in a golden house."
Gong Yeyan: "..."
When Gong Yeyan raised his eyes to look at Ming Ge at that moment, his dark pupils contained strands of danger.
He said:
"What a coincidence."
"I was just thinking the same thing, Miss Ming... oh no, a good and faithful wife."
Ming Ge: "..."
Bantering with a handsome man, she seemed to have never had the upper hand.
She raised a little white flag.
Surrendering and conceding.
"Let's eat."
"..."
Ming Ge picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib for Gong Yeyan, remembering something he had once said, she couldn't help but say, "Try it, see if my cooking skills are directly proportional or inversely proportional to my beauty."
A piece of sweet and sour pork rib lay quietly in the white porcelain bowl.
