"I need to buy my daily necessities. Do you want to come with me now, or go home first?" Su Nian pondered and asked.
"I'm hungry, you said you'd cook for me tonight." Zheng Haoyu pleaded pathetically.
Left with no other choice, Su Nian drove into the Haitang Bay Villa.
"I want…"
"No ordering. You'll eat whatever I make." Miss Su tossed her handbag onto the sofa. How dare he start ordering food when she hadn't even figured out how her daily necessities from the bathroom ended up in the trash can?
With one hand adjusting his tie, Zheng Haoyu sat down on the sofa, "I want braised pork, sour and spicy soup, braised asparagus, and dry fried shrimp."
"..." Su Nian slammed the knife onto the chopping board, staring at Zheng Haoyu with icy, murderous intent.
Unfazed, Zheng Haoyu shot back, "Miss Su, if you didn't injure my arm, I could have cooked whatever I wanted myself."
Wordlessly, Su Nian looked towards the ceiling; cook himself? Mr. Zheng, the joke is too much for her.
