Lin Yu was stir-frying, holding a spatula in one hand and with the other, he touched the hand that was embracing him, "It's all grease and soot; you've gotten oil from the apron all over your hand by holding me like this."
His tone was helpless, but he still remembered to answer her question, "Sure, I don't have classes this Saturday, shall we go?"
Liu Ou was satisfied and hummed in agreement, still muttering, "There couldn't be that much oil, but it smells so good."
She slurped, truly believing that Lin Yu had perfectly inherited his grandma's cooking skills, making everything delicious.
Of course, the taste was definitely a bit different from grandma's. If Liu Ou had to choose, the grandma's cooking was still more delicious.
But Lin Yu's cooking was already very delicious.
Lin Yu was amused by her gluttonous tone and gently patted her hand, "Let go and wait over there; I can't concentrate on cooking with you here."
