"These meats should go in the freezer, and these, the vegetables should go in the refrigerator, yoghurt here, fruit can be put on the table."
As An Ziqi organized the things, she gave careful instructions.
"What are you planning to make for lunch? I'll set aside the ingredients for you."
"Um, Moli has been injured and hasn't been feeling well lately. He's been in a bad mood and refuses to eat. I want to make him some soup, but I am not very good at it, could you help?"
Nuoyan began, feeling it necessary to secure some benefits for her foolish son.
An Ziqi's brows furrowed slightly. It had been nearly a week, hadn't Moli's wound healed yet?
He was in a bad mood? He'd already found his soulmate, what was there to be unhappy about?
Although rationality told An Ziqi she should refuse, hearing that his wound hadn't healed yet made her unconsciously worry. She bit her lip and nodded.
