After buying groceries, Lin Wanrou, who was returning from work, had just arrived home as well.
"Life is great when there's a chef to cook for you after work," she said.
Upon entering, Lin Wanrou kicked off her high heels and coat, slipped into her slippers, and walked into the kitchen to watch Zhang Xiaofan cook.
"My chef services don't come cheap,"
Zhang Xiaofan said.
"How much? Although I'm not a wealthy woman, I can still afford a meal,"
Lin Wanrou took a bite of the dish that Zhang Xiaofan had just served and said happily.
"How much?"
"It's not something that can be bought with money alone."
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan glanced over Lin Wanrou's body.
There was a hint of mischief in his smile.
Lin Wanrou felt Zhang Xiaofan's naughty gaze and smile.
She quickly threw a playful punch.
"Stop it, you're teasing me again," she complained.
"Wan Rou, I'm not joking,"
"If you want to eat the food I cook, you have to give something in return,"
