"No problem. I'm more than happy to help."
Lin Yi went to Liang Ruoxu's kitchen and prepared all the ingredients he needed.
Liang Ruoxu sat on the chair at the dining table, quietly watching Lin Yi work in the kitchen.
If she had met him earlier, the person living with him would have been her, right?
At the thought of this, Liang Ruoxu's face turned slightly red, and her heart raced.
Why did she suddenly think of these things?
Ten minutes later, Lin Yi brought over a steaming plate of egg-fried rice.
"Why is there only one plate? Aren't you going to eat?"
"I ate at home this morning."
"Oh, oh…" Liang Ruoxu nodded. Just as she was about to take her first bite, she suddenly stopped. "Did she make it?"
"What's the fuss?"
"First, tell me who made your food."
"She got up to make it," Lin Yi said honestly.
"Oh…"
Liang Ruoxu quietly ate her meal and muttered to herself,
