"Together..."
Jian Ran: "..."
Jian Ran looked at the man's very certain words, then retorted.
"I might be handier on my own."
"You cut your left hand, it's inconvenient... um... Besides, since love is done by two people... then so should cooking... to have the real taste of home."
Jian Ran: "..."
Even though the man was saying shameless things, his expression remained unchanged, and he seemed nonchalant.
The smile at the corner of Jian Ran's mouth froze...
This side of Gu Mochen, she truly did not know.
Even with colorful jokes, Gu Mochen could always point them out with a moralistic face.
Jian Ran tugged at her lips...
"Alright, you wash the vegetables, I'll chop them."
"Mhm..."
...
With Gu Mochen's help, Jian Ran quickly prepared four dishes and one soup and brought them to the table.
The flavor was sweet and the dishes looked tempting.
They were all home-cooked meals, but somehow, they made one's mouth water.