"Absolutely no problem." Wen Nuan reiterated, but the hand gripping the veil was slightly trembling. It seems I'll need to cram some cooking skills and hope what I make won't poison anyone.
Leng Yan smiled faintly, "Let's hope what you make is edible."
His eyes returned to the notebook, but the corner of his mouth still held a slight curve. How long has it been since he last had a meal at home?
It seems since they got married, he hadn't.
What's going on today, accepting food from a woman he despises?
Leng Yan, are you out of your mind!
With a "snap," he closed the notebook, leaned back against the car seat, and stopped paying attention to her.
He must be hoping to see her make a fool of herself, see how bad her cooking is, and then use it as an excuse to humiliate her; that's why he agreed.
Closing his eyes, he thought angrily. He hadn't been sleeping well for a few days and didn't even realize when he fell asleep.
"Leng Yan, wake up, we're home."
