Zhan Se understood her thoughts.
Probably afraid that Iron Hand would have some ideas, after finding out that Iron Hand's mom disapproved of her, considering her too delicate and not good with housework, she had always been secretly learning, yet she didn't want Iron Hand to know.
The thoughts of a young girl are always touching.
Zhan Se was happy to cooperate and responded with a smile.
"Yes, cooking is quite a hassle, luckily Ai Lun is here to chat with me."
Iron Hand glanced at Zhan Se with an expressionless face, his lips moved, but he didn't make a sound. Then, he turned his eyes to Ai Lun's face, saw her pouting her lips with an earnest look, and couldn't help furrowing his eyebrows.
"Does chatting lead to scalding your feet?"
Iron Hand rarely contradicted her when the two were together, Ai Lun hesitated and then, feeling embarrassed, smacked her lips.
"Hehe, that's because I was greedy..."
