Mu Wan: "..."
Hmm, who can't cook?
And who almost set off the fire alarm cooking at home before?
Hearing the man's unusually confident words, Mu Wan chuckled softly, pondering over the man's rather good knife skills, and couldn't help but say, "Actually, it's fine if you can't cook. You're great with knives, so making cold dishes is pretty good."
Qin Mu, hearing the little girl's tease, squinted his dark eyes, then spoke charmingly, "Wife... when I go back, I'll definitely practice my cooking skills diligently, learn that whole set of cooking skills from Mom, and cook for you."
Alright, such ambition is quite impressive.
Since Qin Mu said it like that, Mu Wan naturally had complete trust in the man.
"Okay..."
Mu Wan snuggled into the man's embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat, then helped pour the red wine into goblets.
Candlelight flickered, and time seemed to stand still.
The two gazed at each other, everything was unspoken but understood.
