"Mm, it tastes so good." Su Qiao kept eating without even looking up.
Compared with Western food, Su Qiao actually preferred Chinese cuisine, especially rich, meaty dishes.
Things like all kinds of spicy barbecue and hot pot.
Eating them gave her a wonderfully satisfying feeling that coursed through her entire body.
"I'll work hard."
"Hmm?"
Cen Mohan's abrupt remark finally made Su Qiao lift her head from her food.
"What are you going to work hard at?"
Cen Mohan smiled, put on his gloves, and peeled shrimp for her.
"I heard that all the men in Haishi know how to cook, do housework, and take care of children. They're attentive and considerate, too."
"Who told you that?"
Why had she never heard that the men here were all so domestic?
She couldn't imagine him doing housework, taking care of children, and being a stay-at-home husband.
Cen Mohan placed the peeled shrimp on a small plate, then pushed it toward her along with the condiments.
"Chris."
Su Qiao picked one up, dipped it in some sauce, and put it in her mouth.
It really did taste good.
"She's a foreigner. You believe what she says?"
"There are attentive and considerate men who know how to do housework everywhere in the country, but there are even more men who do absolutely no housework and only focus on making money outside."
Just as there were good men everywhere and scumbags everywhere, this sort of thing couldn't be judged by region.
"You hate men who make money outside?"
Cen Mohan furrowed his brows slightly.
He used to be quite busy with work.
He was rarely home.
His older sister often complained that he spent more time living in hotels than at home.
It seemed he would have to make some appropriate changes.
After all,