【097】His culinary skills

"Mu, Mu..." Wen Xiangyang was stammering.

"Don't just stand there, go downstairs for dinner." After saying this, Mu Lingqian's gaze lingered on her somewhat tense little face for a second before he turned and went downstairs.

Wen Xiangyang was stunned for a moment, then followed him downstairs.

On the dining table in the living room, a pot of porridge and two appetizing dishes were set.

Seeing Wen Xiangyang standing there dumbly after coming downstairs, Mu Lingqian ladled out a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of the seat she used to sit in, casting a somewhat indifferent glance at her. "Don't just stand there all day like a fool. Go brush your teeth and wash your face before coming over to eat. Don't expect me to feed you."

Wen Xiangyang was somewhat taken aback by Mu Lingqian's words. What did he mean by standing there like a fool? How was she foolish?