"Third Brother, what are you doing?"
He sounded mysterious. "Guess?"
"Why do I hear a strange sound?"
He glanced at the sizzling potato slices in the oil pan. "I'm making roasted lamb chops."
Wan Dongmei's face paled in shock. "Third Brother, are you cooking??? Oh my God, you're really cooking? For all these years, I've never seen you cook a single thing."
"Boss, that's just because you don't know. Actually, I'm capable of many things."
Wan Dongmei was so stunned she was speechless for a long moment. "You... you aren't making it for Yan Xixi, are you?"
"..."
"Third Brother, are you really going to become like King Zhou of Shang, forsaking your empire for a beauty? What about independence? What about the self-reliance the Empress Dowager always talks about??? If you keep this up, you're going to spoil her rotten..."
He replied nonchalantly, "This isn't spoiling; it's just a bit of romantic fun. Understand? You have to have a little romance occasionally."
