Chu Molin thought it was simple, but to Qin Xue, it was happiness because his affection allowed her to live freely without feeling restricted everywhere. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Qin Xue, I have vegetables at home, why don't you all eat at our place, but you would have to cook yourself." Mr. Xie hadn't eaten Qin Xue's cooking for a while. He had tasted the pork belly chicken and some small dishes she made, but never tried her stir-fried dishes. So if Qin Xue could cook them, it would be great, but he wasn't sure if she was willing.
"Mr. Xie, are you inviting someone to dinner or inviting them to cook?" The teacher had never seen this side of Mr. Xie before. It was quite surprising.
