With a thump, Chen Feng almost tripped. This woman truly seemed addicted to his cooking. To be her personal chef every day? Hell no, he was not about to spend every day cooking for her. He immediately rejected her suggestion, "No way, our contract doesn't have anything like that. Besides, where do I have the time to cook for you every day? Don't even think about it. At most, I'll cook for you once a month."
"Once a month? Isn't that a bit too infrequent?" Ever since she'd had a taste of Chen Feng's cooking, Lin Xinru had also become much pickier about food. Having it only once in so long would surely leave her craving more.
"Every three days," Lin Xinru bargained.
"Impossible. At most, once a week, take it or leave it."
"Alright, it's a deal."
Lin Xinru, as if her scheme had succeeded, sauntered up to the third floor with a light step. She even hummed a few lines of a pop song in a volume only she could hear, thinking to herself that this guy wasn't actually that annoying!
