Luo Zhan heard him and sneered. "You are useless. I am just not good at cooking. Shall we compete at something else?"
"For example, cleaning? Or style? Chasing girls?" Lu Yihan got the rice out of the cooker and raised his eyebrows. "It seems that nothing suits you."
Luo Zhan paused and said, "I'm good at basketball, badminton, tennis, volleyball, and cross country."
"How about sit-ups, swimming, and weightlifting?"
Luo Zhan was silent.
K.O.!
Luo Zhan decided to ignore him. After washing his hands, he went to lay the silverware. After Lu Yihan made the porridge, the majority of the fried crab on the table had ended up in Luo Zhan's stomach. Lu Yihan came forward, looking helpless and taking the crab claws from Luo Zhan.
