The Yangyang Huazhong family has thousands of delicious foods, how could she let them down?
Jiang Zimo was attracted by the state of her reading, so he changed his place unnoticeably, leaning slightly against the cabinet, and through his perspective he could also read the contents of the recipe.
For some reason, looking at Rong Qing's realistic state, she would put a snack in her mouth from time to time, and her fair and rosy cheeks would occasionally bulge, revealing some kind of hidden temptation.
One can't bear to look away for a moment, and even more want to taste what she is eating that is so delicious. His body is naturally affected by her and is not as tense as usual - as if waiting to draw the bowstring at any time, with a casualness that is difficult for outsiders to see.
His usually deep and sharp eyes now had a hint of soft light that was hardly noticeable. As the recipe book flipped through, Jiang Zimo could hardly keep up with the pace and could only roughly remember the illustrations of the delicacies on it.
This made him look at and scrutinize the future wife his grandfather had arranged for him. When she changed to the fourth cookbook, for some reason he suddenly asked:
"You're flipping through it so quickly, have you finished reading everything above?"
Rong Qing looked at him with a little surprise. It wasn't easy, it wasn't easy. It was really rare for her to see him take the initiative to talk to her. But this time, she just raised her eyelids and replied lightly, although it was just a light "hmm".
She doesn't care, very much. The key is whether she can finish reading the recipe or not, and she won't let him have a bite of it after she makes it, right?
"You don't actually have to learn how to cook. We have Aunt Li and Sister Qian at home."
"I haven't thought about cooking, nor am I a good wife or mother, so don't have any expectations of me."
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