Zhu Nanzhi looked at him unhappily: "Husband, what you should be doing now is resting well, let me handle it."
"Ha, consider it rehabilitation." Lu Jin'an placed the fox fur cloak on the rocking chair, walked up to her, and pinched her cheek: "Obey."
Zhu Nanzhi opened her mouth, but eventually compromised, responding obediently.
Lu Jin'an watched her moving back and forth gathering kitchenware and suddenly thought, although the sickly girl was a bit erratic, she also had one advantage: she was willing to obey.
If it came to matters in bed, even though Nanzhi was different from Senior Sister, if he mentioned it, she would certainly endure and cooperate.
Lu Jin'an shook his head with a soft laugh, but surely he wouldn't have the heart.
As for Senior Sister... she merely owed something.
After Nanzhi had prepared all the kitchenware, Lu Jin'an began cooking while telling her stories from his childhood.
