"Is it good?" Xie Heng asked.
Zhao Chuchu's mouth was stuffed full of food. She said, with a muffled voice, "Absolutely delicious. You know you're a master chef when you can make home-cooked dishes taste so good. Da Lang, you're not just good at studying. You're a talented cook as well."
"My parents passed away early, and I have a younger brother. So, of course, I needed to learn to do these things," said Xie Heng as he smiled.
Zhao Chuchu paused for a while, then said, "The people who have passed away are in the past. I think we should look forward to it as living people. I've thought about it. When you start studying again, we'll hire a servant who can cook. How's that?"
"No need, I can do it. It doesn't take much time." Xie Heng rejected her suggestion.
He didn't like outsiders in his house!
"Studying is more important."
"That little bit of time wouldn't make a difference."