In the afternoon, Xiaoguo had just put down her needle and thread and was stretching her neck.
At that moment, Jiang Danhe entered the room. Xiaoguo quickly covered the boots with the blanket.
"What happened?"
Xiaoguo looked at Jiang Danhe nervously, unsure if he had seen her just now.
"Nothing much. Someone's coming over tonight. Do you think you can make a few dishes?"
The first thing Jiang Danhe did when he returned was to ask Xiaoguo if she could prepare dinner. At first, he did not agree to it. However, that person somehow knew about Xiaoguo's good culinary skills, so he specifically requested to try it. Jiang Danhe could not refuse and therefore agreed to it.
"Why don't we just let the kitchen prepare it?"
Jiang Danhe felt that it was a little too much to ask from Xiaoguo, so he thought for a moment and decided to let the chefs prepare the food instead.
"No, it's fine. I love cooking. I can handle the cooking tonight."
