In terms of old cunning and shrewdness, faced with Fu Yisheng, Lu Qingqing gladly conceded defeat.
She wouldn't fly into a rage from embarrassment, but she could change the subject.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Fu!" Lu Qingqing placed her hands flat on the table, pushed slightly, and stood up, "To celebrate your birthday alone, I've decided to cook for you today. You're in for a treat, Mr. Fu."
After reuniting with her parents, she had almost no chance to cook.
Even when it came to making soup, Ning Anping would say that they had chefs, and he also said the kitchen fumes were heavy and would spoil her skin.
Fu Yisheng stood up as well, "I'll cook with you."
Lu Qingqing secretly gave herself a thumbs up in her heart, knowing it would turn out this way.
She had perfectly diverted the previous topic; she was indeed smart!