Although Qiutang Yu'er was born into nobility, she never really enjoyed any good life. Later, her wet nurse quietly left when she was 10 years old, so over the years, she has been living alone, and cooking is naturally not difficult for her.
"I can." Qiutang Yu'er said.
"Alright, from now on, cooking is your job." Su Changfeng said.
"I won't! You don't want to take me as a disciple or marry me, why should I do these things for you?" Qiutang Yu'er said, glaring at Su Changfeng.
"Okay then, you can leave. We don't have any relationship, why should I shelter you?" Su Changfeng said.
The anger in Qiutang Yu'er's stomach vanished instantly. Under the eaves, one must bow; she could only agree: "I was just joking, I'm willing to cook."
"I was just joking too, so go ahead and get to it." Su Changfeng chuckled.
