Mu Tianyan, who saw her small movement, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her with a faint smile.
"Ahem, well, I'm hungry. Do you want to eat? Can I make something for you?"
Lu Zijia deliberately changed the subject and asked the two people in front of her with a smile.
"You know how to cook?"
"Yes, yes. I want a fried egg, sunny side up."
Mu Tianyan and Mu Ruishu said at the same time. The former was surprised, while the latter immediately forgot about the frustration he had just then and almost clapped his little hands in joy.
Lu Zijia nodded slightly and said confidently, "Of course." But it wasn't really delicious.
"Alright." Mu Tianyan's thin lips curved up slightly and his eyes softened unconsciously.
So, Lu Zijia went downstairs "majestically" with the uncle and nephew.
Ten minutes later.
