"I never expected you to learn how to cook. I'll handle these things in the future. Marrying you means I plan to take care of you for a lifetime." Ji Chuan gently ruffled her hair as he spoke softly.
Yan Huan felt this was the most beautiful love talk she'd ever heard, and the promise of taking care of her for a lifetime turned her heart into a pool of spring water.
"But I still want to learn." She lowered her head and said a bit shyly, "I realized today that cooking for the man I love is also a kind of happiness!"
"Better not..."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid if your skills accidentally set the house on fire, what then?" Ji Chuan said, suppressing his laughter.
Yan Huan's expression twitched a few times, her shy look vanished, replaced by an awkward yet somewhat gritted-teeth resentment: "Ji Chuan!"
"Hmm?"
"Mocking me! You deserve a beating!" As she spoke, Yan Huan bent her leg and aimed at Ji Chuan's abdomen.
