The aroma of fried dough sticks from outside the house continued to waft into the courtyard. Qin Qingmo volunteered to make something to eat.

Xu Wuzhou was delighted, thinking he was about to enjoy the privilege of his wife "washing her hands to make soup."

Indeed, from now on, he would turn the tables and become the master. He would lead a happy cohabitation life where clothes were handed to him and meals were served.

Xu Wuzhou crossed his legs and waited for a long time, then watched as Qin Qingmo, blushing, brought out a plate of something charred and black.