Song Weiyi chuckled mirthfully, "After all, it's your first time cooking, we can't set the bar too high. Now that I think about it, how fortunate I am to have had the privilege of enjoying your maiden creation through my son's fortune."
Pei Yibai put down his chopsticks and lifted her chin, "Is this your excuse for letting me off the hook? Consoling me?"
He couldn't think of any other reason.
Song Weiyi's eyes swiveled thoughtfully; she reckoned he was being too demanding of her.
"If that's what you really think, then let's go with that," Song Weiyi mused. He, who had never set foot in a kitchen before marriage, hadn't burnt the noodles to a crisp, to produce an edible flavor was quite an achievement, wasn't it?
"So, should I actually work on improving my cooking skills?"
That sentence terrified Song Weiyi.
She clung to Pei Yibai's hand, shaking her head vehemently in refusal, "Husband, don't be rash!"