Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

Evan asked, "Tatum, can I call you now? Is it convenient?"

"Of course," Tatum replied cheerfully. "I live alone in a nice, spacious dormitory. It's comfortable, my salary comes on time every month, I eat well, and I'm perfecting my cooking skills."

Evan sighed. "Cooking. That's all you ever talk about. You've been there for months, didn't even come back for the New Year, and all you seem to care about is cooking." Tatum chuckled. "Well, I came here to cook, didn't I?"

Evan was momentarily speechless.

Tatum wasn't wrong. The moment he heard Elora was notoriously picky about food, he couldn't resist the challenge. Long before Grandma could prod him, he had already packed his bags and headed to Annenburg in Province X. Every so often, Evan would overhear his siblings mentioning Tatum. They always said the same thing: he was busy perfecting recipes, buried in his culinary experiments, and seemingly frozen in time.

Meanwhile, the acting head of the Labbe family in Havenmill had already set his sights on the Ormond sisters. Yet, Tatum didn't seem worried. Instead, he poured his energy into preparing meals for his fiancée every single day. When Tatum called, Evan picked up immediately.

began. "What's

but eventually shared

No wonder Grandma tricked you. But hey, I get it. You're

though Tatum couldn't see it

the case, stick to

enjoy my cooking, even when I just stir-fry some vegetables they still rave about how good it is. The two little ones like me

out, but they're still bouncing

chuckled. "So, between cooking and babysitting, I guess you've made

just a frog in warm water, taking it slow. To win her over, I've got

shook his head but couldn't help

slowly. Sure, Elora and her sisters teased him relentlessly, but he knew it wasn't personal. A woman like Elora wouldn't be