"..." Lin Mengyao gritted her teeth, hating this detestable Xin Ai so much.
But if she thought this little thing could bring her down, that was impossible.
"So Xin Ai likes to eat these, next time I, your cousin-in-law, will cook for you." Lin Mengyao curled her red lips.
"Mengyao, you can cook?"
Lan Xin Ai was very surprised.
"I had nothing to do in Germany, so I learned some cooking. I can manage a few dishes."
Lin Mengayao's clear black and white eyes were misty, and her fair little face wore a gentle smile.
Lan Xin Ai was unaccustomed to her attitude, her petal-like lips curving into a smile: "Then I must really taste Mengyao's cooking skills."
"Sister-in-law, drink some chicken soup first."
Lin Mengyao's tone was humble as she raised her hand to bring the bowl to Lan Xin Ai.
Her deference made Lan Xin Ai uncomfortable, and she quickly raised her hand to receive it. But as she did so, Lin Mengyao's hand loosened, and the chicken soup spilled towards Lan Xin Ai.
