The next day, He Jing brought the food she had made to school.
Yan Hanxi had not arrived yet, but Wu Yu was early, so he was around to greet her when she arrived.
He stared curiously at He Jing's pink lunch box and asked surprisedly, "Sister Jing, did you bring lunch today? Who made it?"
"I made it myself," He Jing said, taking her seat.
As if he had seen a ghost, Wu Yu opened his mouth, mumbling in disbelief, "Sister Jing, when did you learn how to cook?"
Wu Yu's shocked expression immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the class.
"Sister Jing, I didn't know you could cook." Shen Qiuyu was startled by this revelation.
"Is cooking really that difficult?" He Jing laughed.
