"Uncle fire's cooking is pretty good!"
Li Mumu looked at her mother with a smile, not at all embarrassed to lie.
Li beizhi caressed ye qingge's fair little hand. It was not so smooth, but it was quite soft.
"I'm busy, so I'll let the flame cook!"
Ever since he made the porridge last time, he didn't seem to think that cooking was actually not that difficult. It was just a few steps.
Li Mumu looked at her father's calm and affectionate look and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
How did he not know that his father could cook? Can sugar and salt be distinguished?
Ye qingge didn't reply. In fact, she didn't know what to say and felt a little embarrassed.
She stood there like a child who had made a mistake. She let li beixiao hold her hand and did not dare to pull it back.
two days ago, there was a piece of financial news that estimated that the wealth I created in an hour was 17 million Yuan!
