"Great!"
Wen Ran looked at him with a beaming smile. Pulling away her hand that was held by him, she rolled down his sleeves, "Did you help dad with the cooking?"
"Mm. Dad was cooking alone, so I just helped out a little."
"Are you trying to please dad?"
Wen Ran joked. Mo Xiuchen's eyes delved deeper, and suddenly he lowered his head, kissing her lips.
She paused, the warmth on her lips transmitted to her brain. Remembering that they were at the Gu's house, she instinctively pushed him away.
Mo Xiuchen stayed on her lips for a moment, released her, looked at her blushing face, then hooked a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Let's go. At noon today, you'll get to try your dad's culinary skills."
"Everyone around me can cook now. Seems like, in the future, I'll simply wait for meals to be served."
Wen Ran uttered with emotion.
