"Reading is indeed the only way out for you." Lu Chenyuan agreed with Lin Yan's idea—there was no problem with that. He just didn't know what Lin Yan, with her brain, would be able to test into.
Lin Yan was going to the kitchen to make lunch when Lu Chenyuan stopped her; she had been up all night cooking and surely didn't have much energy or strength left.
"Let me do it. You go back to sleep for a while."
Lin Yan shook her head. It wasn't that she minded troubling Lu Chenyuan; she was a patient now and didn't want to eat the food he cooked—it was very unpalatable.
Entering the kitchen, Lin Yan looked at the sprouting potatoes and the wilted cucumbers, feeling a bit perplexed.
"We're out of money at home. I've only got this much left. It's very likely that after eating this meal, there won't be another one." Lin Yan returned from the kitchen, her mood depressed.
A skillful wife can't cook without rice. Looking at the lonely few vegetables, she didn't even know what to eat.
