Qi Younian was speechless for a moment, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry, "You must have not seen your own video."
Yuran said nonchalantly, "What did I do to deserve such profound affection?"
Qi Younian: "…Just watch it yourself."
"Just tell me first, I'm busy," Yuran wasn't very interested. Qi Younian couldn't understand, "Busy with what?"
"Making noodles for Bo Yan."
Qi Younian, "Watch it yourself."
"Fine, fine, I'll watch it once the noodles are done. Why so fierce?"
Before hanging up, Qi Younian said with disdain, "When did your cooking skills become good enough to make noodles for someone?"
"Qi Younian, I'm warning you, that's a personal attack."
"Beep beep beep…" On the other side, Qi Younian had already hung up the phone.
Yuran: "…"
When Bo Yan came downstairs after his shower, Yuran was just bringing the noodles out of the kitchen. He quickened his steps, met her halfway, and took the bowl from her hands, disapproving, "Didn't I tell you not to move?"
