How could it not taste good after failing once and making it again?
Yin Fengchun closed the car door and continued to throw cold water on her: "Don't tell Yingying and the others that we failed before. Otherwise, they won't eat it."
"No, no. Yingying isn't like that." Wu Lixuan was full of confidence in her best friend, then frowned and glanced at him, "You're the one who said you'd make curry chicken rice for me, and in the end, it turned into saying I'd have to accept it if it's not tasty."
He cooked for her with the motive of creating an atmosphere for the two of them, nothing else. Yin Fengchun's lips curved into a slight smile.
It wasn't that she couldn't see his intentions, but Wu Lixuan was caught between laughing and crying. Just like Doctor Dong at the hospital always said he was like a little boy. It had to be said, sometimes he really was, even though he was older than her.
