Chapter 415: Not Even Giving Her a Bit of Patience

Wen Meimei pouted, feeling aggrieved as she said, "Why can't I enter the kitchen? It's not like you own it."

"I don't want to hurt your hands."

"..."

Alright, Qiao King of Hell's divine logic, you win.

In Wen Meimei's subconscious, cooking was actually similar to playing video games; one required washing hands before, and the other after. Didn't both involve water?

"By the way, Chengxun, I still don't know when your birthday is."

"It's coming up soon."

It's coming up soon?

Wen Meimei immediately became interested and exclaimed with delight, "Which day? I'll cook you a candlelight dinner to celebrate."

Qiao Chengxun's expression darkened, and the depths of his eyes seemed to shade slightly, "I don't celebrate my birthday."

"Oh, then forget it. Anyway, I don't celebrate mine either..." Wen Meimei said, trying to appear generous, but actually felt a bit of regret and a small twinge of disappointment.