That kiss really bothered her.
"Forget it."
Lun You looked at Liu Mingxing's troubled expression on her pretty face, his eyes dimming slightly. He let go of her hand, stepped back, and asked, "Are there ingredients in the fridge?"
"Ah... Yes." Liu Mingxing nodded; she hadn't used up the groceries she bought the day before.
Lun You "Hmm"ed and entered the kitchen.
Soon, there were sounds of clanging dishes and chopping from inside...
Liu Mingxing, holding clothes, seemed a bit lost. Liu Yi placed the tidied-up tea table from the study room and curiously asked, "Mommy, is daddy cooking?"
"... Probably... yes..."
"Then... Can daddy cook?"
"... I don't know."
Liu Mingxing shook her head blankly.
Could Lun You cook?
He could cook?
The sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen, making Liu Mingxing's heart pound with fear that he might accidentally burn down the whole kitchen.
