Yu Chiyin put down the book and watched her movements with some novelty.
Deeming him too slow, she pulled him over and then pressed him down to sit on the sofa.
"Brother Ayin, you have to try my cooking."
Lu Fengxuan stuffed the spoon into his hand, her cheeks cradled in her palms as she sat beside him, looking at him with expectant eyes.
"It smells good," Yu Chiyin teased, "I just hope it doesn't taste like 'dark cuisine'."
Lu Fengxuan: "It's not just about smelling nice, it tastes delicious too, okay!"
Then, as if she thought of something funny, she burst out laughing, "Last time I cooked this porridge for you, but Xiaoyi sneakily ate it. He even said that you should give me a 'raise'."
Upon hearing this, Yu Chiyin narrowed his eyes slightly, "When did this happen?"
"That was a little while ago, hurry up and eat it while it's hot, it won't be as tasty when it cools down," urged Lu Fengxuan.
