I'm Cooking to Feed You

Seeing the ridicule in his eyes, the tiny bit of gratitude Leng Zhiyuan had felt disappeared completely. She thought that he was actually a considerate person, but now it seemed that he was still as vile.

He was out to embarrass her.

"I'm hungry, so what?" She glared back.

"You're hungry, and I've given you the ingredients, but it seems that you can't even fill your own stomach. Young Lady Leng, let's see, what else can you do besides fight?" Zhou Yao stood tall on his long legs, his big hands with distinct joints rolling up his sleeves neatly.

"You!" Leng Zhiyuan was very angry. Maybe the next second she'd rush up and wring his neck.

Just then, Zhou Yao moved. The 1.9 meter tall man squatted down in front of her and picked up the pot, then picked up the broom and swept up all the dirt into the trash can. He cleaned the floor with a mop after that. Soon, the floor tiles that she had dirtied became clean and shiny again.