Li Caiyi felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment, seeing her brother eat so well. She learned cooking to please Meng Renshu, but the man hardly ate together with her, so Li Caiyi always felt thankful for anyone who appreciated her cooking.
"Thank god you like it."
"When did you learn how to cook and to write as well?"
Li Caiyi pretended to think for a while before answering, "I think since we are in middle school? I was fascinated by a story I read, so I tried to make my own too in secret. The cooking was like that too."
Li Junjie studied her expression intensely, and Li Caiyi was worried if her brother had seen through her lie.
"Did you have a fight with Xiaohua and Renshu?"
Thankfully, he did not probe any further, but her brother seemed to be pretty talkative tonight. He had a lot of questions to ask.
"Not really. Why do you ask?"
