"You want to know?" Fu Ziqian raised an eyebrow at Yun Jianchen: "Too bad... I don't want to let you eat it."
Yun Jianchen curled his lips: "Even if you gave it to me, I wouldn't eat it. I'm worried I'd get poisoned."
"I know you're jealous," Fu Ziqian said. "Because... you've been married to Song Huanyan for so long, and she's never made noodles for you."
Yun Jianchen: "..."
How did he know?
"You don't get it." Yun Jianchen shook his head. "Actually... my wife loves me very much, she often says she'll cook for me, but!!! I cherish my wife, I can't bear to let her cook. What if her hands get cold washing vegetables? What if she cuts her hand chopping vegetables? What if she gets smoked out by the cooking fumes? I love her, so naturally, I can't let her take risks."
Dang Yang looked at Yun Jianchen with admiration. Yun Jianchen sure knows how to talk... Was Song Huanyan persuaded into marriage by Yun Jianchen's words?
There's no denying, Dang Yang nailed the truth.
