Li Shi reached out his left hand to hook the soft chin, looking over with a puzzled gaze.
Wang Yue Lan understood his meaning.
After several seconds of internal struggle, she leaned forward, resting softly on his arm, whispering in his ear, "She said she would wait until it was time for me... to cook. When the time was right, she would come... to eat the ready-made food."
Huh?!
Li Shi's eyebrows flew up, his tiger-like eyes widened instantly, and the slight anger that had faded sprang up again into a flame 18 centimeters high.
He remained calm, lifted his hand to reach for the chopsticks, and put some bitter melon fried with egg into his mouth.
The bitter melon was treated with salt water, it was only slightly bitter, mixed with the aroma of the egg, tasted quite good. The key was, this dish was good for reducing internal heat.
After swallowing a mouthful of rice with the dish, Li Shi cautiously asked, "Have you talked about when exactly you plan to do this?"
