"Are you making a late-night snack, Sister Xia?" Shen Mochen let out a sigh of relief and walked over.
Startled by the sudden voice, Xia Qingrou jumped, then seeing it was Shen Mochen, her face showed a bit of panic, but it soon calmed down, and she maintained that beaming smile.
"Yeah, I'm a bit hungry, just don't tell anyone I get up at night to make something to eat, okay?"
"I see there are a lot of snacks in the house..."
"Snacking too much isn't healthy!" chided Xia Qingrou. "Home-cooked meals are healthier!"
I think the food you cook might be even less healthy than snacks... Shen Mochen recalled the overly salty rice porridge and the undercooked baozi.
"Your food's about to burn," Shen Mochen pointed at the pot.
Xia Qingrou let out a cry of despair and quickly waved her spatula.
"These vegetables are cooking too quickly..." she muttered while stir-frying.
