Chapter 4: Lu Siting – “I Can Cook and Do Housework”

As Bai Wei spoke, she secretly observed the man sitting across from her.

In this era, it seemed like men needed their wives to know how to cook and do housework. But even though Bai Wei was completely clueless when it came to household chores, she had the looks, the figure, and could earn her own money. The original owner of this body had told previous blind dates that she couldn’t do housework or cook.

Except for one particularly chauvinistic man who demanded she learn, the others had said they didn’t mind. Honestly, once they saw her face, most men stopped caring about all that.

Bai Wei’s appearance was the kind that would be considered beautiful no matter what era she was in.

She had an oval face with smooth contours, fair cheeks, and peach blossom eyes. Her nose wasn’t especially tall or straight, but it was decent. Her lips were a soft pink, giving her a youthful and vibrant look.

She was the type of girl who—even if she wasn’t someone’s exact ideal type—would still be acknowledged as beautiful by anyone who saw her.

In an age without advanced cosmetic surgery, beauty filters, or much makeup skill among the general population, she was absolutely the flower of the surrounding ten villages.

So, whether it was the original owner or the current Bai Wei, neither of them ever felt there was any problem with not being able to cook or do chores.

As for Lu Siting?

He definitely wouldn’t mind.

Because he could do all those things himself.

“I can cook and do housework. For soldiers, these are basic skills.” he said calmly. “Besides, getting married isn’t just about having a wife to do chores. Anyone can do them.”

Lu Siting thought for a moment, then added: “If we get married, you can come live with me in the military district compound. There’s a canteen there. If I’m not home to cook, you can just eat at the canteen. No need to cook yourself.”

Canteen!

Bai Wei’s eyes lit up instantly.

Ever since she transmigrated here, what she missed most were all the delicious foods from the future.

Not to mention takeout—staying home and still getting exactly what you wanted without stepping into the kitchen.

Although Shen Juan’s cooking was good, every couple of days she’d be nagged about marriage again. Just hearing those same lines over and over made Bai Wei’s head spin.

If she moved to the military district compound, she could eat at the canteen and avoid the original owner’s mother’s endless nagging. It was truly killing two birds with one stone!

Even if the canteen was a short walk away, it couldn’t be too far.

Bai Wei was tempted.

But there was still something she had to ask first. Bai Wei lowered her voice and asked: “Mr. Lu, if we get married and later realize we’re not suitable for each other, would you agree to a divorce?”

If they got married, it would be a military marriage.

Unless Lu Siting agreed, or unless he was at fault, they wouldn’t be able to get a divorce.

In this era, divorce was extremely rare.

Just on Bai Wei’s street alone, with dozens of households and hundreds of people, she had never heard of anyone getting divorced.

People generally believed that divorce was shameful and disgraceful. Even if a couple didn’t get along, fought constantly, and couldn’t stand each other, they would still grit their teeth and keep going. Divorce was considered disgraceful—once married, it was for life, even if it was miserable.

But Lu Siting was a soldier, and he had studied. He should understand what she meant, right?

Bai Wei didn’t have to wait long. Lu Siting quickly agreed.

“I can write a guarantee letter. If we get married and you ever feel we’re not suitable, we can divorce at any time.”

“After we’re married, I promise I’ll treat you well and never let you suffer. You already know about my grandfather’s condition. We can register the marriage quickly to give him peace of mind. But after we’re officially married, in our private life, we can take it slow and date like normal. I’ll respect your boundaries.”

Lu Siting said this seriously: “If you have any other requests, feel free to tell me.”

Bai Wei understood the meaning behind his words.

His grandfather was gravely ill, so they would get the marriage license and hold the wedding quickly to reassure the old man. That was understandable.

But Bai Wei felt it was too fast to marry someone she’d just met.

Lu Siting understood and made a promise—they would get married, but then take some time to live as a couple and get to know each other better. During that time, he wouldn’t touch her.

In fact, she didn’t really mind if things didn’t work out and she ended up divorced and labeled a second-time bride.

Even though this era wasn’t very forgiving toward women—especially divorced women—she didn’t care.

She was from the future, and her mindset was different from the people here.

As long as she earned enough money and became a wealthy woman, Bai Wei wouldn’t care about any of it.

Second marriage? Third? Fourth? What did it matter?

She had the face. She had the figure.

Even if she got older, as long as she had money, what if the first marriage didn’t work out and ended in divorce? Would she worry about not being able to find a handsome young Little Milk Dog or Little Wolf again?