Ling Tianyou finished tidying up the kitchen nearly an hour later, and he finally understood why the employees at his company said that cooking was less convenient than ordering takeout.
Indeed, cooking takes five minutes, and cleaning the pots takes an hour.
If it's just for one person, then ordering takeout is indeed more cost-effective.
But if the person cooking is Gu Ningyue, he wouldn't mind tidying up the kitchen for a lifetime if possible.
As long as she's by his side, willing to cook for him, that's enough.
Even better if she cooks only for him.
"Oh no, your shirt's dirty."
Gu Ningyue noticed the stain on Ling Tianyou's shoulder as soon as he walked in, a mark accidentally splashed on.
Ling Tianyou glanced to the side and saw a yellow stain, probably from when he was washing pots: "It's okay, I'll just change it before going to the company."
Gu Ningyue nodded, "It's half-past one already. Are you heading off?"
