Nangong Honghu watched Nangong Qingcheng skillfully head to the kitchen, utterly incredulous.
"Qingcheng... actually learned to cook?"
In Nangong Honghu's impression, although Nangong Qingcheng had been well-educated and sensible from a young age, she was brought up in wealth, never getting her hands dirty, so how did she learn to cook?
"She learned a bit from me, and she also did some research on her own. She's really made a lot of progress," Jiang Feng said with a smile.
"This child... has really grown up."
Nangong Honghu said with feeling, then looked at Jiang Feng and smiled, "Xiao Feng, you've really changed Qingcheng a lot, she's getting better and better together with you..."
"Cough, cough, Old Man, you really shouldn't say that."
Even with Jiang Feng's thick skin, he couldn't accept such praise, it felt like killing him with kindness.
"Qingcheng just has a good nature inherently, it's a good thing I haven't led her astray."
