Lu Huan looked at him, and almost started complaining involuntarily.
But she swallowed her words back to maintain her image, stabilized her temper, and looked at him.
"Lu Ming, are you in a bad mood? Can we talk after we finish eating? You know I can't cook, and we might waste the ingredients and have nothing to eat."
Lu Ming didn't say a word, got up, picked up the ingredients on the table, and turned into the kitchen.
He picked up the knife and chopped the meat in front of him expressionlessly, one slice after another.
Lu Huan, like a victorious general, was very pleased with Lu Ming's reaction. After a comfortable shower and change of clothes, she sat at the dining table and waited for dinner.
Lu Ming brought the dishes to the table.
Two dishes and a soup—the only meat dish was pork stewed with winter melon, with a thick layer of grease floating on top.
Lu Huan covered her mouth in disgust at first glance.
"Lu Ming, what is this? Don't tell me this is our dinner tonight."
