With Zhang Hao's assurance, He Qianhui didn't press him with questions anymore.
"Hao, I made your favorite sweet and sour ribs today, and steamed fish, and I even bought a roast chicken for you."
All these dishes were Zhang Hao's favorites and were also what He Qianhui was best at cooking.
Over the phone, Zhang Hao kept thanking her, but He Qianhui couldn't handle his enthusiasm.
"Alright, alright, no need to thank me anymore. If you keep it up, there won't be enough time to cook, you go on with your work."
After hanging up the phone, He Qianhui thought that there was plenty of time left, so she wasn't in a hurry to start cooking.
Instead, she first went back to the living room, turned on the TV, and pulled out the yoga mat that had been gathering dust for half a year.
She started doing workout exercises along with the fitness expert on the TV.
By six-thirty, He Qianhui was sweating profusely and hurried into the kitchen to cook dinner.
