"Sure," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, opened the fridge and, after scanning the contents inside, slowly suggested, "How about we make some spicy fish, tiger-skin peppers, pan-seared steak, stir-fried tomatoes with eggs, and a green veggie tofu soup?"
Chu Jin nodded in agreement, "Sounds good, it's getting late now, let's start preparing dinner, and then we can go out for a walk afterward." It had been many years since she returned to the ordinary world, and Chu Jin also wanted to stroll down memory lane.
"Okay, you go watch TV, and I'll call you when I'm done," Mo Zhixuan said, putting on an apron with practiced ease.
A 1.8-meter-tall man wearing an apron looked, well... rather cute.
"Oh my, Mr. Mo, how can you be so capable?" Chu Jin tiptoed to peck his cheek, her voice light, "I'll take care of washing the veggies for you. Men and women working together make light work."