"Can they really do it?" White Snow looked suspiciously at the kitchen.
"No problem, Old Xiao."
"Michael is fine too."
"Boss Li should be fine." When Lin Wan answered, she was obviously not confident enough.""He basically cooks all my meals."
"Do you want to help?" White Snow asked again.
"No need. Old Xiao and Michael are in charge."
"Teacher Bai, we'll just wait for dinner. Don't worry."Nan Nan patted White Snow's shoulder.
"Yes." White Snow turned around and tried not to look at her husband.
In the kitchen, the fathers had a clear division of labor.
Zheng Kuo was in charge of picking the blind line, Su Wei was in charge of washing the vegetables, Li Yanchen was in charge of starting the fire, and Michael and Xiao Tianlin were in charge of cooking.
The two of them each had a pot.
