Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
She sighed.
Forget it. Since he was so confident, he must have made preparations beforehand.
She should have some confidence in him.
For now… she would trust him.
Qiao Mianmian didn't have high expectations for Mo Yesi, and she didn't expect him to have any talent in cooking.
She didn't ask for much.
As long as it wasn't too bad, she was fine with it.
She was happy that he didn't want her help.
…
Qiao Mianmian returned to the living room and looked at the coffee table. Sure enough, there were all sorts of snacks placed on it.
All her favorite foods.
She opened a bag of nuts and sat on the sofa with her legs crossed. She took out her cell phone and sent Jiang Luoli a message: [Luo Luo, what are you doing?]
Jiang Luoli was probably playing with her cell phone too as she replied quickly: [Mianmian, what should I do? I'm a little nervous.]
