Su Nanzhi's kitchen is packed with cooking utensils, including a microwave.
After all, when the kitchenware was bought, who knew they'd end up being idly unused by a kitchen novice.
Jiang Beiyu stared at the unopened label on the microwave, deep in thought, then looked around the kitchen, finally directing a soulful question at his girlfriend: "Mind if I ask, what's the point of having a kitchen in your house?"
Su Nanzhi: "..."
Sorry, that's a bit too presumptuous.
Fortunately, Jiang Beiyu was handy enough and soon served up heated milk from the microwave, placing it in front of her with a small spoon.
"Don't touch the bowl directly, it's hot."
Jiang Beiyu was still in his morning business attire, and seeing such a business elite man busy in the kitchen was quite pleasing to the eye, though it could just be because of Jiang Beiyu's face.
