On that day, they ended up eating delivery.
Feng San was still haunted by the memory.
Fortunately, it was just the kitchen that blew up.
If Si Fuqing had actually managed to cook something, he feared it might have been him who exploded.
"That's why you need to learn cooking, Uncle Nine," Yu Tang worriedly advised. "As the saying goes, to capture a girl's heart, you must first capture her stomach!"
She herself couldn't cook and aspired to find a boyfriend who was a culinary wizard.
"She's different," Yu Xihe remarked with a slight raise of his brow, unhurried, "Her stomach's not the key, it's gold bricks."
Yu Tang was speechless...
Never before had she felt her Uncle Nine understood Qingqing so well.
"Thump!"
The last drumbeat sounded, and the music stopped.
The audience was still immersed in the perfection of the performance, unable to snap back to reality.