Shi Su was focused on grinding the garlic, not turning around, and replied to Zhang Kerong with her back facing her, "He does cook sometimes when he's not busy."
"Wow, Mr. Jing's truly a man of both boardrooms and kitchens alike. Such a good man can't even be scripted this way in dramas. Shi Su, you're truly lucky," Zhang Kerong couldn't help but admire.
"It's not that exaggerated. It's just that occasionally my daughter and I get lazy and want to treat ourselves. I love the ribs he makes, and my daughter loves the steak he grills. He occasionally indulges us. In life, everyone shines in their own ways and supports each other. Isn't that the true essence of a happy and harmonious marriage? What's so unscriptable about it? They even have mountains without edges and heavens coming together in scripts." Shi Su chuckled as she placed the freshly ground garlic into a bowl and raised her garlic-scented hands, "I'll go wash my hands."
