"I think I just made pastries two days ago." Chen Meng'er said weakly, "Since the two of you want to eat it, it's only right for me to cook some. What do you want to eat? If you don't tell me, I'll make something random. When the time comes, don't blame me if you don't like it."
"It's okay. We like what you cook," Elder Qu waved his hand and said.
"Yes, yes." Elder Liu also nodded.
They were quite confident in Chen Meng'er's cooking skills. Moreover, they knew in their hearts that Chen Meng'er knew very well about their likes and dislikes. Rather than using their own brains to think, it would be better to let their granddaughter help them think. It would save them a lot of trouble.
If Chen Meng'er knew what they were thinking, she would frown again.
