Since Lu Jingxing and Wanyun married, Qiu Chi had done most of the cooking.
It wasn't that Wanyun had never entered the kitchen, but the dishes she cooked were... difficult to describe.
So, Lu Jingxing no longer wanted her to cook, leaving it all to Qiu Chi.
Lu Jingxing frowned at Wanyun. "On the rare occasion you cook something, you don't think of your own husband? How dare you give it to another man?"
Jianxi looked at the roasted cicada Wanyun offered him. He really didn't want to eat it either. 'What is Lu Jingxing getting so jealous about?'
Wanyun guarded the cicada nymphs that were still grilling. "Last year, during the Flower Festival, I worked so hard to make you flower cakes. Not only did you refuse to eat them, you fed them to a dog. It's too late for you to want some now."
