In the kitchen, Peng Yuqiu and Cen Zhi were bustling around.
In the living room, Mo Shangjun and Stronger Brother were discussing harmoniously.
This atmosphere lasted for nearly an hour.
When Peng Yuqiu brought up a steaming bowl of noodles fresh from the pot, Mo Shangjun quietly tidied up the map on the coffee table.
"Come, try it."
Peng Yuqiu placed the scalding bowl on the table and then called out to Mo Shangjun.
Cen Zhi gave Peng Yuqiu a sidelong glance without a word.
Feeling a chill in the air, Peng Yuqiu coughed lightly, stepped back two paces, and seemed to deliberately lower his presence.
Cen Zhi placed the chopsticks on the dining table, then turned her head slightly, looking at Mo Shangjun with a calm expression, "Have a taste."
Peng Yuqiu looked at the serene Cen Zhi in disbelief, amazed by how she naturally took credit for the noodles, as if she had cooked them herself.
