In the kitchen, a burnt smell wafted out.
Xu Qiaoqiao: ...
Xu Mushen took his coat, ruffled her hair, glanced at Qi Liu, then said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow and take you to my place."
Xu Qiaoqiao immediately beamed with joy, "Okay, okay!"
Qi Liu: ...
Mushen provocatively glanced at Qi Liu once more, then walked out.
Xu Qiaoqiao happily followed behind, watching Xu Mushen enter the elevator and go downstairs before she turned around to come back.
As she entered the room, the smile on her face vanished instantly.
She stared at Qi Liu and sneered, "Uncle, go ahead and eat your own fried rice!"
How could Qi Liu possibly eat it when it was so burnt and black?
He coughed, "Well, cooking was a bit of a fail today—I suddenly am not hungry anymore. I'm going to sleep!"
Having said that, he headed toward the door.
Seeing this, Xu Qiaoqiao felt a flare of rage, "Uncle, it looks like you're not just not hungry, you're totally stuffed."
Mind your own business!
