But he knew in his heart that that was not the life he liked. If he wanted to hire someone to do laundry and cook, couldn't he afford it now? He didn't lack that kind of salary.

But after he bought the house, he always took care of himself and never thought of hiring a servant.

But then again.

Seeing that Fang Xingtong wanted to marry him so much, she even preferred to give him a soft hand.

He was somewhat shaken in his heart.

Although he doesn't like the presence of outsiders in his family, he also doesn't like outsiders being able to peek into the secrets of his martial arts.

However, he also knew that it was his blessing to be favored by a rich lady like Fang Xingtong, and it was rare.

"I'll think about it again! Drink tea!"

Undecided for a moment, he was ready to stop talking about this topic for the time being.

He picked up the tea cup and motioned for Fang Xingtong to drink tea.

Fang Xingtong was a little helpless, but she still picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

She felt like she couldn't understand Li Zhongwu.

I still can't figure out why he cares so much about whether his future wife can cook? Can she cook and do laundry for him every day?

The environment in which she grew up made her feel that it was natural for her to leave those things to servants.

Finally, she guessed: Maybe her village used to follow the same standard when looking for a wife, looking for someone with a plump figure, a gentle personality, and someone who could cook?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this must be the truth.

Because she felt that in the isolated village where he grew up, the division of labor between husband and wife should be very primitive.

Men are responsible for planting and hunting, and women are responsible for washing, cooking, and giving birth to children.

There should be no one in their village who has a maid, and all the housework must be done by the wife.

Thinking of this, Fang Xingtong somewhat understood his criteria for choosing a mate.

——Now that he has left that village, after he has lived outside for a long time and has seen more of the lives of the rich and powerful, his traditional concepts should have changed.

…

At noon that day, Fang Xingtong actually cooked in person and cooked a table of meals for Li Zhongwu.

Her cooking skills are still so outstanding. Although the cooking speed is not very fast, every dish is delicious, delicious and presentable.

When the two of them had lunch together, she couldn't help but ask: "It seems that there has been a lot of cooking in your kitchen recently, and all the seasonings have signs of being used. You said you can't cook, who did it?"

Li Zhongwu lowered his head to pick up the vegetables and replied casually: "It's just a matter of making some food to fill the stomach. It's enough to cook it. It doesn't count as knowing how to cook."

Fang Xingtong looked at him suspiciously, doubtful.

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