"We'll probably have to eat out for lunch, so take care of yourself,"
The woman blinked, glancing left at the boy, then right at the girl, with a pitiful expression on her face.
"...Aren't you going to cook for me?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Am I spoiling her too much?—Of course, it wasn't a younger person's place to say this to an elder, but the first thought that came to his mind was indeed this.
"Can't you cook for yourself?"
Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but retort.
"In the past, you were the one who cooked, and I learned from you."
"It's been a long time since I've done it,"
Li Qinglian said with an awkward smile.
"At work, it's all instant noodles or meal boxes, with no chance to cook—my skills have gone rusty."
"No, I think you're just lazy,"
Xu Xiangyang recalled his sister's behavior in recent times: she was almost always found lounging on the couch watching TV, still as a large, sprouting potato.
