For lunch, Bian Shishi was actually the head chef. She was from Hunan, so she was used to cooking with chili.
The hot pan was sprinkled with chili oil, and after stir-frying, the pungent smell was mixed with the high temperature of the sun. The kitchen was like a steamer, and Bian Shishi's white shirt was immediately wet.
Lu Yuzhen's heart ached when she saw this. At the same time, she could feel the independence and determination in this sweet-looking little girl's bones.
Wang Zibo stood helplessly at the side. There were a few times when he wanted to stop and help, but Shishi's face was dark and she didn't say a word.
After finishing a plate of prawns, Bian Shishi shook off the sweat on her forehead and said to Wang Zibo, ""Is the air conditioner that important? Your head should be blown by the cold wind!"
