Luckily, Jiang Mingxu still had some humanity in him. He stopped teasing her and reached over her head to take away her cup.
Song Wei's face flushed red. She felt that her act of revenge today was not very successful, and she wanted to retreat. "It's getting late. I'll go to bed first."
However, Jiang Mingxu stopped her. "Wait."
Song Wei seemed to have been bewitched by him. She stood rooted to the ground and stared blankly at what he was doing.
In the end, Jiang Mingxu took out the small pot that was usually used to warm milk, took out some ginger and brown sugar, and boiled some brown sugar water.
Initially, she was still skeptical when Gu Yiyao said that Jiang Mingxu could cook.
After all, he was born in a huge clan like the Jiang family. Wherever he went, he would be waited upon by a group of people. There was no need for him to cook or do household chores.
