"SIGH"
In the living room, Ye Qian sighed and shook his head as he understood why his mother won't believe he could even cook something which was worth eating.
He was not been even able to make instant noodles a few years ago and now that he said he could cook, so of course his mother won't believe him.
"Mom, Qian'er really makes nice food, we have been eating the dinner he made for a few days now."
Yuan Meng said while she walked to Ye Qian's side and took his hand in hers.
"Ohh."
Grandma Yan's brows raised and she turned to Ning Wei who was also nodding.
"So this means that despite you being here, he is the one cooking?"
Grandma Yan narrowed her eyes and asked Yuan Meng.
"Umm, Mom, Mengmeng was tired and she did help me yesterday with chopping and washing dishes so it was not that I did everything and even Wei helped yesterday and in the morning."
