Meeting Ye Yang's gaze from the living room, he nodded, looking particularly innocent: "Yeah, I can't cook, and Xiaoxi is even worse. What else can we eat if we don't get takeout? We can't starve, right?"
"...Can't you hire a maid?"
"Do you think getting a maid is easy? What if I hire someone who's untrustworthy or something else? It's too much trouble. I'm used to having the same person and don't want to get to know a new maid. Anyway, it's just for a month; it'll pass quickly."
"..." Song Jiaqi was speechless and started rummaging through the fridge.
Whether or not he eats takeout is none of her business, but how can Song Xiaoxi keep eating takeout all the time?
She initially thought that following him, Song Xiaoxi would be eating well, but who would've thought...these two father and daughter are holed up here eating takeout every day!
When she finally learned the truth, her tears fell.
