The aroma of the food wafted through the air, mingling with the steaming heat, especially the crispy and tender roast duck, enticingly colored and dipped in sweet sauce.
Yu Tingwan didn't eat fatty meat.
But she quite liked the crispy and non-greasy skin of the roast duck.
Wei Zhao ladled soup for her.
"Mother wants you to learn housekeeping?"
Yu Tingwan looked serious: "Do you mind, husband?"
"What should I mind?"
Wei Zhao's tone was calm: "What you learn becomes your skill. It only benefits you."
"If you want to learn, I won't say anything, and the house will be handed over to you later. If you don't want to, it's nothing; we can just find a few trustworthy people to manage it, and with me watching, there won't be any mistakes."
He didn't think that Yu Tingwan, marrying him, had to learn this or that for him; that would be exhausting.
If she wanted to become a better version of herself, Wei Zhao wouldn't stand in her way.
