"Xiao An, it's time to prepare for dinner!"
Aqing, who just came out from helping in the kitchen, walked over to the little fox on the sofa, placed her hand on his body, and gently shook the round little fox as she spoke.
"Dinner?"
Ansheng stretched out his arms, let out a soft whimper, raised his paws to brush his face, and glanced toward the kitchen area. Seeing Mo Yiqing cooking over there, he was a bit stunned:
"Mo Mo... is cooking?"
"Aqing, don't scare me. Can you really cook with your skills?"
Aqing always ate fast food at home. When she did cook, it was just boiled meat in water. If Ansheng remembered correctly, the only time she cooked at home was for a barbecue.
As for Mo Mo cooking, it wasn't that Ansheng had any prejudice against Mo Yiqing.
It's just that he had never seen a rich girl who could cook.
"Mo Mo, Ansheng says you're trying to poison him!" Aqing said with a smile, calling out to the busy Mo Mo.
