The corner of Chen Yuan's mouth involuntarily curled up. He nodded and said calmly, "Okay. Let me know in advance before you get back, and I will get my mother to cook it first."
Afraid that Qiao Nian didn't understand, he explained, "The old hen has been raised for several years, and I'm afraid that it won't be stewed properly in just an hour or two. If you want to eat it, it needs to be stewed for at least half a day."
In fact, he didn't need to explain, as Qiao Nian did not think too much about it. She agreed readily, her dark eyes as beautiful as ink. She then pulled down her cap and said sassily, "I see. I'll tell you in advance when I'm about to come back."
"Okay." Chen Yuan smiled sincerely as he looked at the girl's fair side profile. He pursed his lips and said seriously, "Sister Nian, I've thought about it. I want to take the college entrance examination and apply to Nanjing University, for their Computing faculty."
