Yu Zheng put the lid on the pot and turned off the gas.
The place looked like a battlefield after a chaotic fight, with ingredients scattered everywhere. You Lifen was extremely disheveled, more exhausted than filming a martial arts drama. When she saw her savior, she threw away the spatula and plunged into his arms, "Yu Zheng, you scared me to death, boo hoo... I thought I was going to be burned alive!"
Yu Zheng dragged her out of the living room. He reached out to her: "Hand it over."
You Lifen cried pitifully, "What?"
"The keys."
You Lifen played dumb, "What keys?"
Yu Zheng directly dumped the contents of her bag onto the sofa, revealing two or three identical keys.
Yu Zheng picked up the keys and asked her, "When did you make these? How many more do you have hidden?"
You Lifen refused to say, "Why are you so fierce? Consider that I cooked for you..."
"It's fine if you don't tell me; I'll change the locks tomorrow."
