Freya back to Chris's apartment, depressed.

Those days Chris was busy and he did not return until 8 p.m. or 9 p.m., while she lived in her home. They only talked to each other on the phone before sleep.

The previous day, Freya talked about her thoughts of being a model again, but the idea was unexpectedly rejected by Chris. She decided not to see him in the following three days.

If it were in the past, she would do whatever she decided.

That time, however, she really wanted to be with Chris. So it could not be better if they solved the problem face to face.

She wanted to continue her career as a model, to which Chris firmly objected. There would definitely be a debate, and it was not clear who would be persuaded.

As for negotiation, Freya knew that she wasn't Chris's opponent even if she couldn't be more confident. She had to find another way-pleasing him.

Chris used to cook for her. She decided to make a change and cook for the first time. She thought Chris might be pleased and agree with her!

Just do it!

Freya to the dressing room to look for lounge wear clothing, and realized that she only had some clothes for autumn at Chris's apartment, which were not suitable in that cold season.

After thinking for a while, she picked and wore something from Chris's lounge wear.

They were oversize and smelled like Chris. With the sleeves and trouser legs rolled up, she appeared with a boyfriend style in fashion!

After dressing, Freya walked into the kitchen and studied the recipes.

Chris had cooked all kinds of dishes for her, including those of a complex western style, as well as scrambled eggs with tomatoes of an ordinary style. She decided to cook something special to bribe Chris.

Finally, Freya decided to make salt baked chicken, stir fried celery with dried tofu slices, stir fried greens and steamed hairy crabs.

Freya found the top rated recipes online, had all the ingredients sent to her, and forced herself to put on the apron.

The outcome: the salt baked chicken was too salty and a total failure; the greens were overcooked, even a pig would dislike them; the dried tofu slices ended minced.

In the end, she could only depend on the hairy crabs, of which the pincers were tied up, trapped in the string bag.

According to the recipe, it only needed a few slices of ginger in water, and to steam the hairy crabs over the boiling water.

Freya thought it was so easy that she could not fail!

Full of confidence, Freya took all the hairy crabs out of the string bag at one time, washed them carefully one by one, snipped off the strings around their pincers and placed them in the plate.

Freya felt scratches on her foot when she finished washing all the hairy crabs. She looked down, and found a hairy crab on her foot.

She looked around carefully and found that there weren't any crabs in the plate at all. Some were on the floor while others were dancing on the kitchen counter, as if the kitchen were a playground.

All of a sudden, Freya was scared. She picked up the one nearest to her and wanted to throw it to a deeper container, but it pinched her hand with its pincers.

"Hey! Don't play tricks on me. You're going to die!"

Freya swung her arm subconsciously. With a "Bang" sound, the crab hit the cupboard door. She stood there, wondering if it hurt. Abruptly, a few crabs began moving towards her.

She could deal with a crab, but not with so many she could only wait to be attacked by those pincers.

"Stay there or I'll step on you!" Freya threatened and stepped backwards. However, the crabs did not care, moving closer and closer to her.

Eventually, Freya collapsed and screamed madly, "Ah-!"

Half a minute ago, Chris had returned. He heard Freya screaming the moment he entered the living room, and walked toward the kitchen without thinking why Freya was there. He pushed the door open, while she was rushing out of the kitchen.

"Chris!" Freya jumped onto Chris and hugged him tightly, as if he was there to rescue her. "They want to bite me!"

Chris held Freya and looked into the kitchen. He could ignore the crabs all over the kitchen floor, but could not bear the mess.

At last, he saw the dishes on the table, and asked Freya in surprise, "Did you try to cook?"

Freya did not want to accept that the dishes were her doing. She jumped off Chris and stepped behind him. "I want you to deal with those crabs."

Chris held the crabs with his thumb and index finger, threw them into the bucket, and covered it. That way, he cleaned up the crab mess that scared Freya, without getting pinched.

Freya breathed a sigh of relief, then pointed to the table, and said with a low voice, "I cooked a salty salt baked chicken, stir fried celery with tofu oh, with minced tofu, and the greens according to the recipes online. Hey, You can only blame the recipes' writers if the dishes taste bad!"

"You told me you weren't interested in cooking." Chris stared at Freya and smiled, but it was more than a smile.

Freya scratched her hair, realizing that Brian would not be pleased with those dishes, so she replied without hesitation, "I'm interested in it now."

"No, you're not." Chris stared at Freya with his torch-like eyes, as if he already saw through her.

Depressed, Freya hung her head and said, "I intended to please you so that you would agree with me about my work. However, the plan failed from the beginning"

Chris smiled, placed his hands against the wall behind Freya, leaned in and stepped closer to her. "What I want is not the dishes, they can't attract me."

"Then what do you want?" Freya said idly, "I tried my best to cook the stir fried celery with tofu minced tofu. Don't ask for too much"

Before her voice died down, Freya suddenly felt her feet off the floor-Chris held her in his arms and lifted her up.

She cried out, slapped Chris hard on his shoulders. "What are you doing?"

Chris covered Freya's lips with his and gave her a deep kiss. With a low voice, he replied, "Let's go to the bedroom, I'll tell you what I want."

Freya was dazzled. She was carried into the bedroom by the time she knew what happened.

The next day, Freya woke up and felt hungry.

She opened her eyes in the dim bedroom, into which the lights of the morning sun were shining through the curtains. She kicked Chris and said, "Wake up."

Chris had woken up. He hugged Freya immediately. "It's still early."

Freya muttered, "But I'm hungry"

Chris opened his eyes at once and was about to get up. "What do you want?"

Freya thought for a while and said, "I want the crabs steamed!"

She only wanted to steam them; she did not care if it was good to have crabs for breakfast.

Chris said nothing and put on his clothes. Before he got out of the bed, Freya kissed him on the cheek, which was to comfort him for being woken up that early.

They had stayed in the bedroom all night. The lights of the morning sun made the kitchen look more disordered. Chris quickly cleaned it up, simmered the rice porridge, and began to deal with the crabs.

Freya knew nothing about cooking, but she was a good assistant. She washed and cleaned the crabs all over, so Chris only needed to boil the water and steam the crabs directly. He also prepared a few dishes of pickles.

The scent from the kitchen woke the half-awake Freya. With her stomach rumbling, she threw back the covers, got up, walked out of the bedroom. She saw the rice porridge, the pickles, as well as the shiny red steamed crabs on the table.

She was about to grab a crab, but was stopped by Chris. He said, "Have the porridge first."

"Oh" Freya replied reluctantly and began having the porridge, knowing that crabs could not be eaten on an empty stomach.

After having the porridge, Freya had a crab and broke into a smile, as if she had avenged herself after the crab mess.

Chris did not have to go to his company that early; he took Freya to the living room and said, "Tell me what you wanted to say yesterday."

Freya smiled, put her arms around his neck, and asked, "Will you agree with me?"

Chris responded with a meaningful smile, while his lips were close to Freya's ear. "Considering you behaved well last night, maybe I will if you discuss it with me."

What he called "behaving well" could either be her cooking or her behavior in the bedroom.

Freya was not the sort of weak person who could be easily confused by ambiguous words. She pushed Chris away and asked seriously, "Why do you disagree with me on being a model?"

"Don't you know the reasons at all?"

"No, but I guessed," Freya said seriously and firmly, "You know I'll be famous, and I'll meet superbly built handsome male models, as well as all kinds of fashionistas. So you're jealous!"

Chris,""

"I promise you," Freya swore, with her index finger and middle finger pointing to the ceiling, "I won't step out on you even if I meet Gabriel Aubry! I'll only be crazy about him for some time."

Chris kneaded his temples, picked up the iPad on the side table, then picked a late news report which said that Joanne was likely to be unfaithful, and showed the judgments to Freya.

Those were from the crowd who knew nothing about the facts. They wantonly cursed Joanne in all the dirty words they could come up with, as if she had committed a heinous crime.

Just a glance at those judgments made Freya mad. Meanwhile, she got Chris's point.

If she continued being a model, or became a public figure one day, she would bear all the judgments from the public. She had to speak and act cautiously, otherwise she would be reviled or cursed.

It was impossible for her to do that or be a fair lady, since she had been speaking and acting as she wished for over 20 years.

What worried Chris was that she would be criticized or cursed once she did something improper, and she would not hesitate to strike back.

That would only lead to more criticism of her, and her depression in the end.

Therefore, he preferred that she gave up her modeling career.