A part of her former life was lived in opulence, born with Roman tiles beneath her feet. If she wished, she could probably have had someone assist her even with brushing her teeth and eating, let alone cooking.
Although there were some bumps along the way, she didn't have time to learn to cook back then.
Now, as the girlfriend of Yu Yanshen, wanting anything was as simple as making a sound, and it would be delivered on demand.
But being on call didn't mean she could just enjoy the benefits without contributing; Ruan Qiu's words today--that everything was reciprocal--truly were an epiphany.
So Yao Qing was now standing by the sink, looking at the lively fish, knife in hand.
She stood there, seemingly lost in thought, silent, turning to look at Gu Qing, who leaned against the wall with raised eyebrows, watching her.
"Should I scale the fish first or chop off its head?"
Gu Qing suddenly laughed.
