But this issue ultimately can't be avoided.
There was a faint sound of conversation in the living room, but it wasn't clear. It seemed lively.
Tang Xian said, "Why don't you hang out in the living room for a while?"
"I don't want to, I'm learning to cook."
Li Xiaoyu felt that this wasn't a suitable place, in a slightly dim kitchen.
The meat sizzled in oil, emitting a certain aroma, and the man silently sprinkled seasoning, as if he didn't want to say anything.
Choosing this moment for a confession, whether a hint or an explicit one, seemed inappropriate.
Should she find a brighter and more spacious place, pick a more leisurely time? Li Xiaoyu suddenly became nervous.
Tang Xian still didn't speak.
Li Xiaoyu didn't urge him either, seemingly more patient than Tang Xian.
After a few minutes, the aroma of the food grew stronger, and Tang XiaoJiu knocked on the kitchen door, saying,
