In the kitchen, Li Xiao watched the man beside him methodically explain the steps and put the ingredients into the pot. The dissatisfaction in his heart was replaced by admiration, and there was even a trace of imperceptible emotion in it.
She had always known that this man was very handsome. Back then, he was her idol. At that time, she had even dreamed of becoming her bride.
To think that one day, they would be cooking soup in the same kitchen, and he would be the one teaching her.
In terms of looks, he wasn't much worse off than Qiao Yu. He just didn't have Qiao Yu's wealth, but it was already impressive for an ordinary person to be able to reach his current level.
Moreover, her family was not short of money, so she did not need to marry anyone. She might as well find someone she liked. It would be easier for her to do as she pleased if someone liked her.
The one he liked ...
