"Sister, rest in the living room for a while. Watch the television and eat some fruit snacks. I'm going to the kitchen."
"Then, let me help you."
Qiao Mianmian wanted to be with him.
Qiao Chen sat her down. "No need, I can do it alone. Sister, don't bother about anything. Just wait for me to cook for you. I haven't cooked for you in a long time, so let me perform well."
He then rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.
…
An hour later, the table was filled with a sumptuous lunch.
Every dish was delicious.
Qiao Chen handed Qiao Mianmian a pair of chopsticks and sat down beside her. He then scooped a bowl of soup for her.
"Sister, have some soup first. I haven't cooked in a while, I wonder if my culinary skills have deteriorated."
Qiao Mianmian took the soup from him and took a sip.
