“Blood?”

Yue Jiaojiao’s eyes lit up, and her voice was filled with joy as she said, “I actually forgot about this dish. Manager Li’s Rising Cloud Inn can finally release a new dish.”

“Blood and tofu?”

Zhao Zhan thought of the bloody scene just now. He frowned and asked tentatively, “Are you talking about the blood that has hardened?”

“Zhao Zhan, you’re so smart.” Yue Jiaojiao cupped his face and rubbed it.

“How did your brain work so fast? I just said it and you already thought of it!

“The dish I wanted to talk about is the duck blood tofu. It’s made with solidified duck blood and tofu, but this dish must use our chili.”

Yue Jiaojiao’s eyes flickered.

“Chili can be fried until red oil comes out. With this color, the duck blood tofu will look super delicious.”

“Okay, when the new tofu is ready tomorrow, I’ll make this dish for you to eat tomorrow night.

“But even if the Rising Cloud inn wants to sell this dish, they shouldn’t sell many a day,” Zhao Zhan said as he moved a small bench for his lover to sit on and rest. He looked at the remaining vegetables in the kitchen and took a basin to wash them. “When Manager Li was doing the accounting, I saw that the inn only uses three or four ducks a day at most. The blood of three or four ducks, combined with tofu, can only cook five dishes.”

“I don’t care,” Yue Jiaojiao waved her hand, “Anyway, I’m just telling you, you can cook it for me. As for whether Manager Li can sell it well or not, I don’t care.”

“I’ll definitely cook it for you.” Zhao Zhan looked at Yue Jiaojiao with a warm gaze. “It should take a while before I can finish cooking. Are you going to sit here and accompany me, or are you going to play with Li Miao?”

“I’ll be right here.” Yue Jiaojiao propped her chin on one hand and looked straight at him. “You look good when you cook. I can watch you forever. Truly a feast for the eyes.”

Zhao Zhan, who was picking vegetables, threw the root into the bowl in a panic. He washed the vegetables again, his face so red that it looked like smoke was about to come out.

Although his lover would always say things he didn’t understand, he would still feel inexplicably ashamed.

He felt like he was being teased.

As soon as dinner was ready, Fang Tianliu sniffed the food and came over. He didn’t even wash his hands as he sat at the table and held his chopsticks, waiting to eat.

“Go wash your hands first.”

Zhao Zhan, who had just wrung a hot handkerchief to wipe the dish, saw him pout. Fang Tianliu took the opportunity and raised his head to glare at Zhao Zhan with dissatisfaction. “Let me use that handkerchief.”

Zhao Zhan didn’t even raise his head. He took the hot handkerchief that he had just used, heated it again, wrung it out, and placed it by Yue Jiaojiao’s hand. Then, he passed the chopsticks over. “Jiaojiao, you can eat now.”

Fang Tianliu — who had been completely ignored — looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. So he angrily ran to wash his hands and sat back down.

“Zhao Zhan! Your wife’s cooking is amazing!”

Fang Tianliu only took one bite before he forgot all about the injustice just now. He looked at Zhao Zhan with admiration. “No wonder you pamper your wife so much. If I had a wife with such good cooking skills, I would definitely give her money to spend every day.”

“This was made by Zhao Zhan,” Yue Jiaojiao said slowly. Then, she picked up a piece of red braised meat and placed it in her bowl. Only then did she have the time to cast a sidelong glance at the other party. “Do you have a condition for being good to your wife? My Zhao Zhan is different. Ge’s good to me because I’m an outstanding person. Zhao Zhan also has good taste.”