A burning smell came from the kitchen, and Ye Zheng immediately went over, only to see the girl holding her phone in one hand and a spatula in the other, staring blankly—
The stuff in the pan was obviously burnt. He walked over and turned off the heat, placing the pan in the sink, "Whose call made you so absent-minded?"
"...Ah! What?" Yuan Yumeng finally snapped back to reality, looking ahead, then at the sink, "Sorry! It's already inedible, and there's nothing in the fridge. Let me order takeout! What do you want to eat? Chinese or Western?"
Ye Zheng held her hand, his clear eyes showing a slight change, "Meng Meng, you still haven't answered me, whose call was it earlier?"
"Uh, it was the director from my old orphanage. Ever since I got adopted, we haven't kept in touch... She said there's an event this weekend at the orphanage and wants me to attend. Do you think I should go?"
