The Last Supper (2)

He just stood there and firmly expressed that he wanted to help. He asked if there was anything he needed to do.

After saying it a few times, Mo Xiaodie couldn't take it anymore. Her thoughts changed,"

"It's fine to ask him for help. Just treat it as a meal between the two of us."

Thinking about this, he nodded and said to Ye Mo,

"You can peel those garlic first."

Finally, he got a job.

He had never cooked before. He had only learned how to make instant noodles. The next noodle could be cooked into a pot of noodles paste. He could not help much.

He just washed the vegetables and pots.

However, he could at least do something.

With his help, Mo Xiaodie felt a little more relaxed.

The two didn't cooperate very well, but with Ye Mo by her side, Mo Xiaodie was in a good mood.

It was quite blissful to be able to work with the boy she liked.

If possible, she hoped to stay for a while.

A thousand years or even ten thousand years was fine.