Su Ye's fingers moved slightly, "Can you cook?"
Shen Qifeng replied quickly, "Do you want to eat what I make?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Well, I have to fulfill Xiao Ye's request, but my cooking skills aren't great. It's barely palatable."
"I'm not picky! I'll eat whatever you make!"
Su Ye's eyes sparkled brightly.
"Alright. Get some sleep early, and I'll make it for you in the morning."
Su Ye stared at those few words, a wonderful feeling spreading from the bottom of her heart throughout her body.
No one had ever cooked for her before.
No matter the taste, the thought alone was enough to excite Su Ye.
How nice.
She thought she wanted to have a good life with Shen Qifeng.
Su Ye turned off the light, silenced her phone, placed it on the bedside table, and then closed her eyes.
Perhaps because she was looking forward to tomorrow's breakfast, Su Ye quickly fell into a deep sleep.
A good night's sleep.
