Su Jingyu was sipping her soup and suddenly thought that Chen Jiu might have a hard time in the future because she couldn't cook.
So, maybe he would be bullied by her a lot.
Su Jingyu thought of that scene and couldn't help but laugh.
In the future, she would need to treat Chen Jiu a little better.
Chen Jiu was cooking in the kitchen, and after about ten minutes, a simple meal with three dishes and a soup was ready.
A dish of garlic-flavored ribs, broccoli beef, and pea shoots was served.
Although they were homely dishes, they carried a real flavor of home.
Chen Jiu sat down opposite her and noticed that she was staring at the food without picking up her chopsticks, "Xiaoyu, why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?"
Su Jingyu raised her head and looked at him, "Chen Jiu, I need to confess something big to you."
Hearing that Su Jingyu mentioned something big, Chen Jiu couldn't help but get a little nervous, "What's the big deal?"
