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When evening came, Mo Jue and Ye Wei returned to their home in their car and chopper respectively. After they reached home, the stars had already lit the sky. The two, who had not eaten anything since the morning, were famished.

Ye Wei's stomach growled whereas Mo Jue had a little appetite but was hungry. While Mo Jue would typically whip up dinner, he returned home to lie on the couch and close his eyes.

Ye Wei wanted to nudge him to prepare food, but Mo Jue lazily replied, "You promised to prepare dinner two days ago, and I've yet to see you do it."

Beautiful Ye Wei paused. Had he not mentioned it, she would have long forgotten about it.

"Are you sure that I will prepare dinner?" Ye Wei replied a little tiredly. To be used to having someone serving you, then having the tables turn, felt a tad uncomfortable.

"How do I know whether you can cook if you do not prepare anything?"