"Do you still want to drink?" Xie Jiuhan smiled coldly.
"I… I won't drink it anymore, alright?" Feng Qing said angrily.
Xie Jiuhan's lips twitched. "It's too late. Ji Yunchen has already gone to the wine cellar to get the wine."
Feng Qing : "…"
Looking at Xie Jiuhan's burning gaze, Feng Qing swallowed her saliva with difficulty. She was extremely regretful now. Why did she have to drink? It was equivalent to digging a hole for herself.
"Then, then will you personally cook something delicious for me?" Feng Qing lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Xie Jiuhan, afraid that Xie Jiuhan would eat her up before she could eat.
Xie Jiuhan did not say a word. He rolled up his sleeves and stood up to walk to the kitchen. Although he had never cooked, that did not mean that he did not know how to cook or he did not do it well. He could even conquer the entire Capital, much less a few home-cooked dishes.
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