Two people sneaked to the downstairs...
That's not right. He Jingyao was completely composed, so the word "sneaked" could not really be used to describe him; "sneaky" suited her more accurately.
The kitchen was vast, and once Su Zixi entered, she indeed felt a bit clueless.
She turned her head, looking at He Jingyao for help.
The man leaned against the wall in his robe, his brow slightly furrowed, seriously surveying the various cabinets and the refrigerator for a long time before his thin lips parted slightly, "I don't know either."
Su Zixi was startled.
He curved the corners of his lips, "I don't cook."
Su Zixi instantly understood that he, the young master, also had no idea where the food was stored…
If that was the case, why did he pretend to be familiar with everything and insist on accompanying her downstairs?
