She is no longer the rich wife who didn't know how to wrap dumplings right after her divorce.
In the first few months after the divorce, although she had a housekeeper, she also tried to cook a bit, and at least she could make simple stir-fries that were edible.
"You?" Unexpectedly, Qin Zhiyou instantly withdrew his hand, suddenly distancing himself from her, and he coughed: "Well, I'll order some takeout. How was the food made by the chef we had before?"
His expression changed too quickly, and Lu Weixi got angry: "What, are you afraid to eat what I cook, afraid that it will kill you? No way, I insist on cooking a meal for you!"
Qin Zhiyou gave an awkward laugh and moved back a bit, "No, it's not that, but you are so pregnant now, still insisting on cooking for me, I feel bad. Let's just order a table of good dishes to be delivered home, what do you say?"
