A short while later.
Tang Qinru brought out four dishes and placed them on the dining table.
They weren't even on plates, but were still in their takeout containers.
Lin Yi glanced down; all four dishes were takeout from a restaurant.
"Alright, let's eat first!"
Tang Qinru said with a smile.
Lin Yi nodded, picking up a container of rice. "Sister Qingru, is this what you usually eat at home?"
"Hm? What do you mean?" Tang Qinru was taken aback.
"It's nothing. Starting tomorrow, why don't I do the cooking?
You're not charging me for rent or utilities, and you're feeding me every day. I'm starting to feel a little bad!"
"Consider it my way of repaying you. I'll cook tomorrow!"
Ever since Lin Yi had gained the [Househusband] trait,
although he couldn't cook at the level of a state banquet-class master chef,
making some home-cooked meals was no problem at all.
Tang Qinru gave him a surprised look. "You can cook?"
"A little. Just home-style cooking!"
