the kitchen suddenly fell silent.
fu linchen waited for a while and furrowed his brows. he was worried that something might happen to mu weiwei inside, so he wanted to break in.
however, at this moment, the door opened.
mu weiwei's figure appeared at the door.
there was a layer of sweat on her forehead, and her hair was stuck to her face. her ponytail, which was originally tied neatly, was now a little messy.
more importantly, her hello kitty apron had a few obvious oil stains on it.
"you ..."
fu linchen looked at her from head to toe and was about to speak when a tray was suddenly shoved into his hands.
"ahem, there's no problem in the kitchen. everything's going very well, very smoothly! alright, the egg-fried rice that i've meticulously cooked is done. quickly take it and eat!"
mu weiwei looked a little flustered. she grabbed fu linchen's sleeve and tried to push him out, afraid that he would see the situation in the kitchen.