Xiao Chen looked at her blissful silly smile and pinched her cheek, "What a fool."
Lan Yue finally snapped back, her mouth watering from the sourness, but unwilling to admit it. She wrapped her arms around Xiao Chen's waist, leaned on his back, and said with a smirk, "You're the fool."
Xiao Chen smirked, picked up another apple, peeled it again, took a bite to make sure it was sweet and sour just right, then handed it to her.
Lan Yue leaned against Xiao Chen, crunching on the apple like a little squirrel and didn't forget to offer it to Xiao Chen by placing it near his lips.
The microwave beeped.
Xiao Chen went forward, took out a cloth from the counter, opened the microwave, and took out the roast chicken and milk.
The aroma of roast chicken instantly filled the small kitchen.
Lan Yue's eyes lit up, her eyes gleaming as she stared at the roast chicken in Xiao Chen's hand.
