Zhang Xiaomeng nodded and followed Murong Yu into the room.
After changing into her home clothes, Murong Yu tied on a clean apron and then began to walk into the kitchen, busily clanging and banging around.
He, feeling bored, also walked into the kitchen.
To his surprise, Murong Yu, the so-called rich young lady, wasn't just going through the motions, but was actually washing and preparing the vegetables, busily working.
Zhang Xiaomeng felt a lot more comfortable inside, and his impression of Murong Yu improved somewhat.
"Do you usually cook for yourself?"
"Yeah, even though I live alone, I still want to live a little more finely," she responded.
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but secretly sigh and said,
"When we first met, you gave me such a hard time, like some kind of female gangster."
"I never expected you could cook and take care of yourself so well. Someone who marries you would really hit the jackpot."
