Shi Man estimated the time since the last time she cooked for him. Actually, Shi He's restraint was already very good. According to her calculations, he should have been unable to keep himself from looking for her.
When they arrived at the kitchen, Shi Man opened the fridge and picked out a few vegetables that she needed. Shi He took the initiative to help wash the vegetables, so Shi Man let him be.
She skillfully brewed a pot of fragrant hot soup step by step. When the soup was thick, Shi Mu did not disappoint and scurried downstairs. He cried out accusingly, "Third Brother, you're too mean. Sister actually didn't call me when she was cooking!"
"I thought you were already asleep." Shi He rolled his eyes and moved to the side, avoiding Shi Mu's hand on his shoulder in disdain.
Shi Mu secretly made a face at him and ignored Shi He, who was always unforgiving with his words. He hugged Shi Man's arm and said, "What are you making? Why does it smell so good?"
