The chicken wings were indeed effective; Xu Chaomu could only look at him with her big, limpid eyes.
So, Shen Chi continued, "If you want me to cook, I can."
Xu Chaomu couldn't speak, so she just silently watched him.
"You have to give something in return, understand?" said Shen Chi.
Xu Chaomu stayed quiet and kept looking at him, quietly waiting for what he would say next.
"For example, give me a kiss, or have a bun with me," Shen Chi suggested.
Xu Chaomu knew that these were the only things on his mind. She took off a chicken wing, took a bite, and remained silent in defiance.
"In other words, whatever I want to do, you need to go along with it," Shen Chi continued.
Xu Chaomu rolled her eyes at him, "Oh, then I won't eat."
It's just a meal, after all; it doesn't really matter who makes it. Although, eating what he makes does warm her heart.
"You!" Shen Chi was at a loss for words, his mouth twitching.
