We'll Leave
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He Jing and He Sui got on the bus, but He Ning did not follow them. He Sui was even more puzzled. He Ning and He Zhou were not usually very close, so why would they have anything to say to each other? Whatever. It was not his business.
However, there was something that was-
"He Jing, can you make me more food in the future? It'd probably have to be a secret between us."
He Jing glanced at He Sui, who was clinging to her like a loyal dog, and teased him, "Why don't you let Cheng Yi cook for you?"
"Xiao Yi's cooking will kill you."
He Sui had spoken out of prejudice when he said He Jing's cooking would not taste good. Cheng Yi never cooked, and the one time she tried, she nearly put the whole family in a coma. It just so happened that the day she chose to cook was their mother's birthday. Each dish was a blow that forced them to question the origin of Cheng Yi's ingredients.