He walked into the house and saw three steaming hot dishes on the wooden table. It was obvious at a glance, that they had just come straight out of the oven.
Previously, many women in the village came to cook and clean for him. He chased them away initially, but it did not deter them. In the end, they were given a serious warning. Gradually, the women in the village no longer dared to come.
His expression was cloudy.
He also guessed that the person who cooked the food was the same one who climbed into his bed last night.
Qin Shu came out of the kitchen with a bowl of rice in her hand. When she saw Fu Tingyu standing in the living room, she smiled and greeted him. "You're back. Go wash your hands first, then you can eat," she said.
Fu Tingyu asked in a deep voice, "Who allowed you to cook these?"
