Li Zhiyuan touched his nose; actually, they didn't dare let Yin Meng near the stove.
However, not cooking is indeed quite unusual in the rural dating market. It's not expected for you to create gourmet dishes, but you should at least be able to muddle through.
At this moment, Li Zhiyuan felt Alii's hand tighten slightly.
Li Zhiyuan glanced at the girl and immediately said, "Alii, you don't need to learn how to cook."
Li Sanjiang asked in surprise, "Little Yuanhou, does Lan Hou not cook at home?"
"No, when dad was home, it was always dad who cooked."
Later, when dad exiled himself, I could only go to eat at various houses in the family compound.
"Wow, Lan Hou is really lazy."
Li Lan wasn't lazy; she gradually lost her emotions towards food. In her eyes, food was only about nutritional value; she didn't need to care about taste preferences.
After walking around, on their way back, Li Zhiyuan's pager went off; it was Brother Liangliang paging him.
