When Shentu Tianyin said that she was going to cook, she really meant it. Without even the slightest hesitation, she tied on an apron and began to rinse the rice and wash the vegetables. Her footsteps covered the kitchen. Only two men in the world had ever eaten her cooking before. The first was her father, Shentu Ren, and the other was Xia Lei. It was a true honour to experience Shentu Tianyin’s cooking, yet Xia Lei could only feel his head throbbing. It was all he felt.

“Who does she think she is? Does she think she’s still your wife?” In the living room of the Peaceful Residence, Tang Yuyan glared at Xia Lei as she questioned him with clear dissatisfaction. “Why is she cooking? Do you not have chefs for that?”

Liang Siyao’s voice was the next to chime in. “You’re already divorced. What kind of message is she trying to send to us by coming over and cooking for everyone?”

Xia Lei laughed bitterly. “We’re still friends despite the divorce. There isn’t anything wrong with having a friend cook for you, right?”

“There isn’t anything wrong? Well if there’s nothing wrong with her cooking for you now, I guess there’d also be nothing wrong with her wanting to remarry later on, right?” asked Tang Yuyan.

Xia Lei was speechless.

Who was the one who told them to stay for lunch?

Tang Yuyan wanted nothing...