Song Xiaodong and Miao Xuanxuan had just come out of the room when Miao Qingqing was already chatting with Song Xiaoru in the kitchen.
Miao Xuanxuan hopped in, sniffed the air, and said, "It smells so good, Xiaoru's cooking skills look amazing."
Song Xiaoru laughed, "You all are used to eating food cooked by top chefs, I'm surprised you can still enjoy my simple dishes."
Miao Xuanxuan chuckled, "Our family doesn't have that, really. My dad is quite stingy; we barely have one housekeeper at home."
Miao Qingqing gave Miao Xuanxuan a look, and Miao Xuanxuan cheekily winked at her, causing a blush to rush across Miao Qingqing's face.
"Qingqing, what's wrong?" Song Xiaoru, seeing this, asked in puzzlement.
Miao Qingqing quickly said, "Nothing, nothing, just feeling a bit hot."
"Yes, it is hot here with the stove on, it's certainly hot. Why don't you go to the living room? It's cooler there with the air conditioning on."
