Sheng Hanyu actually followed me and asked, "Have we met before? Why do I feel like I've seen you?"
Shi Youxuan shook her head like a bobblehead, and it was hung so low, almost touching the faucet.
Fortunately, he left without asking any more questions.
Shi Youxuan pricked up her ears to listen for any noise outside. There was not a sound, so she guessed that Sheng Hanyu must have left, right? After all, there was only "Ah Chou" here, so what fun could he find?
Curiosity killed the cat, and no sooner had she stepped out than she regretted it. Sheng Hanyu was still sitting on the sofa, showing no intention of leaving.
Dinner time had passed, and Shi Youxuan, nervous and scared, hadn't eaten lunch. Having worked so hard earlier, her stomach started to noisily grumble in protest.
"I'm actually hungry too, you go cook. I don't like seafood, I'm not picky with meat or vegetables."
Shi Youxuan was dumbfounded—cooking? She didn't know how.
