"What are you waiting for? It's time to go to the gathering point to get food," Mo Boyuan urged.
Mo Zhining pouted and followed him.
...
When the father and son reached the gathering point, they were the last ones to arrive. There were still ingredients left on the table... The people in front of them must have already taken all of the ingredients that were easy to cook.
What was left now were ingredients that were difficult to cook.
Mo Boyuan picked a few, but he didn't pick ingredients that were easy to cook.
"Mo Zhining, you choose."
"Huh? I can choose?"
Upon being questioned by his son, Mo Boyuan shot him cold glare, and Mo Zhining immediately shut his mouth obediently.
Probably because he knew about his father's cooking skills very clearly, Mo Zhining didn't take those things that he had never seen before. He walked around the big table twice before finally reaching out his hand.
