"Then what can I do to make you feel better?"
Jiang Li's hand grabbed Fu Jiuxiao's sleeve, hoping that Fu Jiuxiao would feel better.
Fu Jiuxiao thought for a moment, and his eyes finally lit up
"Don't make borscht in the future."
"Huh?"
Jiang Li was confused. What was the connection between the two?
"Is it that simple?"
"Yeah."
Fu Jiuxiao nodded seriously,
"Don't you like it? Are You... tired of it?"
"No." Fu Jiuxiao quickly denied that because he did not want Jiang Li to think too much about it.
"I just don't want you to work too hard."
"It's fine. This soup is very easy to make."
"In short, you should cook less in the future. The kitchen is too dangerous!"
"But don't you like my cooking?"
"... It's good to cook occasionally. Otherwise, the chefs at home will lose their jobs."