"Corrina, didn't you go back to your hometown?" Blake shouted in confusion.
"Oh, Dad, are you back?"
Yerba hurriedly replied when she heard Blake's voice.
After Blake heard Yerba's words, his expression became even more puzzled. He hurriedly walked into the kitchen and found that she was the one who was cooking.
"Dad, hurry up and wash your hands. I'll be done cooking soon..."
Yerba smiled sweetly.
"The sun must be rising from the west today. You actually came here to cook for me?"
Blake said with a smile.
Usually, Yerba wouldn't even stay at home for the sake of going racing at night.
But today, not only did she come back, but she also took the initiative to cook for him. This was obviously not normal.
