"Yixun, why are your eyes red?"
Lin Yixun's expression changed, scrambling to collect her emotions, and she nonchalantly replied, "Nothing. The range hood in the kitchen is broken. I think my eyes got irritated while cooking. It'll be fine in a while."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Hao didn't think much of it.
Today, he had a good appetite. Before long, he had devoured all the food in the lunchbox, and he contentedly patted his stomach, saying, "My wife's cooking is the best. In the future, I want to eat her food every day."
Hearing this, Lin Yixun felt a surge of bitterness. She opened her mouth but stopped herself from speaking.
Lin Yixun forced a stiff smile and said, "I won't become a housewife who only cooks for you!"
"You're right, the kitchen fumes are bad for a woman's skin. How about I cook for you instead and become a house husband?"
