Over dinner, Chu Ge still felt his scrambled eggs weren't very good. He hadn't added enough salt, leaving them too bland. They weren't exactly bad, but all in all, they were a far cry from the eggs Qiu Wuji usually made.
He barely touched them himself, mostly eating the twice-cooked pork and pan-fried fish Qiu Wuji had made after taking over.
Qiu Wuji, however, kept eating the scrambled eggs, nearly polishing off the plate in no time.
It was almost like, I'll eat yours, and you'll eat mine...
Chu Ge couldn't help saying, "Those eggs aren't that great... Have some more meat."
Qiu Wuji smiled faintly. "I think they're pretty good. Maybe I had too much sugar today. Something light is nice."
Chu Ge tilted his head and studied her for a while, unable to figure her out.
Qiu Wuji smiled and lowered her head to eat.
He wasn't as smooth as the characters in his own book. That was nice.
If it had been one of the people he wrote, they would probably have seized the opening and started flirting already. But that wasn't what she had in mind. Doing that really would have shattered the mood. The way this silly fellow tilted his head in bewilderment was so cute.
She said slowly, "You can cook too, can't you? If we're talking about you helping me with my work, would helping out with the cooking count?"
Chu Ge said apologetically, "Honestly, I'm really pressed for time right now. I'm afraid I could only do it occasionally."
Qiu Wuji thought it over. Though a little disappointed, she nodded in agreement.
He had to cultivate and write now, so his time really was tight. Actually, it had been the same before. She had taken on the grocery shopping and cooking precisely