When she was sick, li beixiao had cooked her porridge and it tasted good.
Later on, he did say that cooking was actually not that difficult. As long as he wanted to learn, he would soon be better than her.
He said that after he had learned well, she could be pretentious and ask him to cook delicious food for her.
From the looks of it, he seemed to have really learned it.
However, he didn't know which woman would be lucky enough to eat the food he cooked in the future.
"Have you two washed up?"
Li beixiao did not look back. He skillfully turned the fried egg over with the spatula and said in a deep voice.
"My mom and I have finished washing up. Dad, are you okay? No, let my mom cook, don't waste food!"
Li Mumu's small hand kept holding ye qingge's hand, as if she was afraid that she would run away.
"You can ask your mother if I can do it."
Li beixiao's words were flirtatious.
