Qin Yu wasn't just cooking on a whim. He wanted to divert Xiang Weiwei's attention with his culinary skills so that she would suffer a little less.
"I agree! Let's add a thousand to Mrs. Zhang's bonus this month."
Actually, the salary that Su Ziyan paid Mrs. Zhang was already quite high, ten thousand a month, which could even outdo some white-collar workers.
"That's not fair, wife. I think you should give me a raise!" Qin Yu pretended to be in pain.
"Give you a raise? Haven't you already resigned? Even if I wanted to, there's no way to give you one!" Su Ziyan pouted, Silly Qin Yu, silly husband, you actually resigned!
"I'm not talking about the salary from Qingcheng. I'm talking about the salary for being your chef! How about this braised eggplant I made? If you give me a raise, starting now, I'll cook for you and Weiwei every day."
Qin Yu grinned, showing his small white teeth.
"Qin Yu, no boasting, and you can still be... you can still be a husband."
