She turned around to see Lu Yichen coming towards her, taking the lamb from her hands: "Should it be sliced into pieces?"
Luo Qiao smiled: "Yes, then I'll trouble Brother Chen, you're really observant, keep up the good work."
Seeing his wife happy, Lu Yichen whispered in Luo Qiao's ear: "Happy to serve my wife."
Luo Qiao rolled her eyes at him: "Stop flattering."
Lu Yichen took the meat and followed Luo Qiao into the kitchen, found a knife, and got to work.
Luo Qiao knew that everyone had their own biases, and that it must have been her uncle harping on about the same things constantly that made her cousin irritated and vent to her husband out of frustration.
She could understand, but it didn't mean that anyone was entitled to lecture him; they found it annoying, so they wanted to inconvenience others to relieve themselves, what kind of logic was that.
