Zhan Moxiao walked into the kitchen without any trace of surprise, because it was all within his expectations.
Looking at the mess, he shook his head with a bitter smile, then rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up. Once everything was tidy, he searched the fridge for ingredients to prepare dinner.
Ou Lan had been on tenterhooks, waiting for Zhan Moxiao to burst out of the kitchen and flay her alive, but no matter how long she waited, it didn't happen. Instead, she smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen.
It was mouthwatering.
Her tummy immediately began to sing its own song.
Zhan Lingtao had been clinging to her side the whole time, the two of them sharing a small bag of peanuts. Hearing Ou Lan's tummy growl, he also swallowed hard with craving.
Exchanging glances, they set aside their peanuts and dashed into the kitchen together.
The scene in the kitchen was too pleasant to the eye.
