"Besides, I used to live on takeout. That was my first time cooking. Shouldn't you have been so moved that you ate everything?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes, pushed him away, and walked toward the supermarket. "I wanted to be moved, but my taste buds and my stomach disagreed."
"And besides, do I look like the kind of person who'd make things difficult for herself?"
People who, when they were dating, stupidly stuffed any dark cuisine their partner made into their mouths, only to run to the hospital bathroom afterward to mooch off the Wi-Fi, were all pretty foolish.
That wasn't love. That was needlessly tormenting yourself while tormenting the other person in the process.
"Heh. No, you don't." Du Muhan laughed aloud for the first time.
"Exactly."
"Stop fussing and hurry up to get a cart. It's already past midnight. You might not be hungry, but I am."
Since it was already late, one of them pushed the cart while the other picked out vegetables. Before long, they had bought the ingredients and returned home.
"I'll do it. Be careful not to cut yourself." Just as Su Qiao rolled up her sleeves and was about to cut the vegetables, Du Muhan picked up the kitchen knife first.
Su Qiao glanced at his left hand, which was still wrapped in gauze. "You're the one who cut your own hand. What right do you have to warn anyone else?"
"Precisely because I've suffered once in this regard, I'll be more careful and won't make the same mistake again." Du Muhan looked completely justified as he began slicing the cucumber.
"You just stand to the side and give orders. Otherwise, you might get splashed by the oil."
Su Qiao: "..."
"Aren't you afraid of getting splashed by the oil yourself? Aren't you