Shi Yi averted her gaze uncomfortably and suddenly remembered that Leng Yixiu was still injured. She couldn't help but ask worriedly, "You got up early to do all this. Wouldn't it affect your injury?"
"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile. Sit down and eat, or it won't taste good."
Shi Yi sat down and took a bite of the sandwich. The taste was indeed not bad, much better than the ones bought from the store. She squinted at Leng Yixiu and smiled, "I didn't realize you had the potential to be a great chef."
"I'm far from a great chef, but being a home cook is more than enough."
"A home cook? Isn't that too much of a waste of your talent?" Given Leng Yixiu's current status, he could earn millions from a single deal. How could someone like him stay at home and become a house husband?
"If I could cook for you every day, I would be happy." The man said half-jokingly, half-seriously.
