"If it's bland, we can still fix it by adding more salt. But if it's too greasy or salty, then it's really inedible." Luo Cheng sighed, "It looks like having breakfast is all about luck."
"Are you serious? You can't cook either?" Yu Xiaoqian asked, "Don't you have to cook for your fiancé?"
"Who says women have to cook for men? I dare to cook, and he better dare to eat it." Rong Qingqing replied, "With takeout being so convenient now, why should he put up with bad food? If it's not tasty, forget it. If I'm not happy, wouldn't he have to cheer me up? Wouldn't he be exhausted?"
"Why should he have to cheer you up if you're unhappy?" Yu Xiaoqian blurted out, "Aren't you afraid he'll ignore you if you throw a tantrum?"
