The restaurant elegant Pavilion, after full of food and drink, two people looked at the traffic outside the window, each carrying a cup of tea and enjoying it.

"I don't think we can go on like this." Sipping the refreshing tea, Chu zhaoyue suddenly said.

xia Mo Feng takes a delicate teapot and pours water into his cup, glances at Chu zhaoyue lightly, and signals her to continue.

"you can't cook, and I can't cook here. How can we solve three meals a day? How can we eat every meal? How about a servant? " There's no takeout here. I can't even ask for rice. She doesn't know how to...