"This is the meal you cooked for me?"

Looking at Jiang Miaoyu sitting opposite and staring at him, Fang Qiu did a dry swallow. She seemed to be quite proud of herself.

On the table, there was nothing but a plate of scrambled eggs with green peppers and a bowl of steaming white rice.

"Yeah. That's the only meal I can cook." Jiang Miaoyu said with a shy smile as she knew what Fang Qiu meant by his words.

Fang Qiu couldn't help but twitch ...