The simmering soup of lotus root, corn, and pork ribs was bubbling away, emitting hot steam.
Su Wan turned down the heat a little.
Clutching the kitchen knife in her hand, she asked, "Ajue, are you saying that I actually know the person in this drawing of yours?"
Gu Jue nodded.
Su Wan couldn't help but laugh out of irritation, "I thought that you were someone who could never tell a lie, but now you're actually trying to deceive me. Although I lay in the nutrition capsule for five years, my memory isn't fragmented."
"I am absolutely certain that I don't know anyone who looks so much like me!"
Realizing that his little wife's thoughts had successfully veered off to the fringes of the universe,
Gu Jue, feeling helpless, said, "This is a long story. Shall we talk about it over dinner?"
Su Wan: "You still have the appetite to eat? Unless we clear this up today, I'd rather feed the meal to White Tiger than let you have it!"