Yun Jianchen: "..."
Wasn't it that he didn't know her before?
"So, young man, don't try to compete." Song Huanyan said mysteriously.
Yun Jianchen: "..." Young man...
He seemed to be a tad older than Song Huanyan.
Who's the young one here?
"You shouldn't have exposed me," Yun Jianchen said.
Song Huanyan gave Yun Jianchen a look: "You made the fried rice like dog poop and blamed me. How could I not expose you? Why didn't you let the chef do it? If the chef made it perfect and you posted pics saying I did it, of course, I wouldn't expose you."
"... If the chef made it too perfect, people would be suspicious," Yun Jianchen said.
Song Huanyan glared at Yun Jianchen: "What do you mean? Are you saying I can't make perfect fried rice?"
Yun Jianchen raised an eyebrow: "Can you actually make it? I'm just being realistic."
Song Huanyan: "..."
Alright, she couldn't make it.
But, Yun Jianchen actually reasoned with a woman, being realistic with a woman, huh...
