âActually, Iâve never had the habit of eating breakfast, but there was a time I had issues with my stomach, so after that Iâd just make do with a sloppy breakfast.â
âThis is not sloppy at all!â Liang Yin immediately said, âI think such a breakfast is exquisite!â
âIs it exquisite? This is all whipped up quickly.â
âItâs considered exquisite. At least, I can never make such poached eggs.â Liang Yin loved poached eggs. The soft egg yolk would break with a poke to go with the fragrant egg white. She certainly did not have this level of skill.
âBut⦠how did you form the heart shape?â
Qin Zhou looked at her like she was a fool. âThey do have a mold for that.â
âOh! Oh!â Realizing that she had asked a stupid question, she knocked her own head a couple of times in frustration. As she ate her toast, she looked around curiously. Seeing that there was an oven in the kitchen, she asked in surprise, âYou know how to use an oven?â
âMmm. It probably sounds boring, but I enjoy experimenting with baking.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYou can bake too!?â Liang Yin was even more surprised. âWhat a family man.â
Qin Zhou smiled. âA necessary skill for a single man. Since I donât have a girlfriend, I have to do everything myself.â
ââ¦â For some reason, Liang Yin turned a bright scarlet and lowered her head shyly. She felt a little embarrassed! She actually⦠quite liked Qin Zhou! Except, she didnât seem to be a qualified âgirlfriendâ. Sigh.
In terms of cooking, she didnât seem to have much talent. She would ruin something as basic as instant noodles. Even if she really became Qin Zhouâs girlfriend, she would probably be despised! She could only handle household chores, but could not cookâ¦
Hmmm! She had decided! She was going to learn to cook!
As the saying goes, if you want to capture a manâs heart, you have to capture his stomach!
Having made that decision, Liang Yin looked up, planning to gather some more information. âDo you⦠have an ideal type?â
Qin Zhou studied her intently and said meaningfully, âYou and I are both men. I suppose our ideal type wouldnât be too different.â
âI donât understand⦠Everyone has a different sense of aesthetics and ideal type!â
âWaist-length dark hair. Pretty. Big boobs. Pert butt. Simply these.â
Liang Yin said sourly, âI heard that women with big breasts are more brainless.â
âIt doesnât matter. My woman doesnât need brains. The best kind of woman would be someone good-looking, sweet, and dependent. As long as sheâs responsible for looking beautiful, Iâll be responsible for taking care of her.â
Qin Zhouâs words made Liang Yin feel hopeless. She subconsciously looked down at her⦠C cups. A C cup is hardly âbigâ! It could only be considered normal.
âShallow!â she spat.
The man laughed and casually spread blueberry jam all over his toast. Then his lips curved meaningfully. âMen are all shallow.â
Liang Yin fell silent.
Qin Zhou paused for a moment before continuing. âHowever, if one is particularly outstanding in other areas, even if oneâs figure is not a killer, itâs not impossible to make an exception and accept them.â
âSuch as?â
âThe particularly coquettish kind.â
âCoquettish!?â Liang Yin was surprised. âYou like girls who act coquettish?â
âTheyâre the cutest.â
âI donât really like coquettish women.â
âBeing coquettish is a sign of a high EQ. When a smart woman acts coquettish, it makes people feel comfortable. When a stupid woman does it, it only makes a man feel hypocritical.â