Sang Ye said, "We want aprons too."
His face was expressionless. He always looked cold, but this look made her heart soften.
Huanhuan had no choice but to take out the two aprons she had just made for them.
Bai Di and Sang Ye put on their aprons and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
Sang Ye's cooking method was simple and crude.
He cut all the vegetables into pieces and threw them into the pot. He just had to boil them.
Huanhuan was used to Bai Di's delicacies, so she was not used to such rough food.
However, for Sang Ye's sake, she still braced herself and ate until she was 80% full.
She silently comforted herself that at least Sang Ye could cook the meat. If it were Shuang Yun cooking, it was common to have still-bloody meat. Sometimes, she could even fish out stones, chicken feathers, pieces of wood, and a series of other strange things from the pot.
In short, it really took courage to eat Shuang Yun's food.
