"What?"
Upon hearing Old Master Lu's words, Lu Tianxing exaggeratedly said, "Grandpa, you actually dared to eat the dishes cooked by Zhiqing? You are incredibly brave! Aren't you afraid you won't be able to eat for ten days to half a month?"
"Lu Tianxing."
Bai Zhiqing's smile froze on her face, her eyes flashing with cold light. She looked like an angry little wild cat.
Seeing Bai Zhiqing's murderous glare, Lu Tianxing seriously said, "Wife, I'm not wrong. After eating your food, no one else's cooking can satisfy because your dishes are too delicious. Yours are like gourmet delicacies, and others' food is like husks, unworthy of a bite. Isn't that true?"
Bai Zhiqing rolled her eyes at Lu Tianxing and said, "You know what's good for you."
Old Master Lu sat beside them, smiling as he watched Lu Tianxing and Bai Zhiqing bicker, feeling comforted as he stroked his beard. This is how a couple should be—genuine and without pretensions, no false gifts.
