She laughed and said, "This is very simple, just put everything on the bread, and then press another slice on top. My mom taught me, this I can still do, but if you ask me to start a fire or something, definitely no way."
"No need." Ou Zun rested his head on her shoulder, kissed her cheek, and his large hand began to wander over her body.
"Marrying you is for you to enjoy a life of leisure as a wealthy lady, not for you to toil away in the kitchen like an old maid. Making sandwiches like these occasionally for fun is fine, but frequently cooking is out of the question."
After all, there are others who can do these things.
And everything is ordered from the best.
His wife should not have to deal with such mundane matters like firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea.
Mù Qiānxún quickly made two sandwiches, brushed off his wandering hand from her body, and cast an annoyed glare at him.
