"are you sure you want to cook?" lord rong looked at mo linyuan, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, with a complicated expression.
"don't you want to eat my cooking?" fourth master mo glanced at lord rong.
it wasn't that he liked to cook, but jun ye and the others had gone to cook, and he didn't want rongrong to eat their cooking.
little nan yu sat on the other side of the sofa and was slightly satisfied with his father's reaction.
being jealous was a normal reaction, and it was a good thing to cook because of jealousy.
although his daddy's cooking skills were a disaster, at least he was trying his best to fight for his mommy.
leng rongrong's expression was complicated. she wanted to say that she really didn't want to eat it, but seeing the serious expression on fourth master mo's face, she couldn't bear to interrupt him, " ... it's not that i don't want to eat it, but if i want to eat it, it depends on how well you cook. "
