The plan had changed, so Chu Mingcheng no longer felt conflicted.
He came to the kitchen and hugged Jiang Luoluo from behind, teasing in a low voice by her ear, "With my physical condition, if you keep making this Earth Dragon soup for me, can you handle it?"
"You care about me, right!" Jiang Luoluo's face turned a bit red. Everyone goes through a process from newbie to expert, and she still felt shy discussing these things.
But her outgoing personality meant she didn't put on airs, instead, she cleverly played to Chu Mingcheng's psychology.
Men have some degree of male chauvinism; it's just a question of how much.
Jiang Luoluo's response made Chu Mingcheng feel very comfortable.
"Of course, when that time comes, I'll definitely listen to you. If you say you want it, I'll give it. If you say you don't want it, I'll still give it."
"No, why would you still give it if I don't want it..."
Jiang Luoluo was confused. Was this his idea of following her lead?