Xing Ling couldn't help but laugh, "Stop wasting the eggs. You go out; I'll cook."
Han Shuo was quite surprised, "You know how to cook noodles?"
"I guess?" Xing Ling wasn't too sure.
She didn't quite understand how she made a bowl of noodles the last time.
Her mind was thinking, but her hands had already done the job.
Once her hands finished, Ye Sihan had already eaten the noodles.
It was incredibly unbelievable.
"Did the Xing Tian brothers abuse you at home, making you do laundry and cook for them?" Han Shuo's expression was full of anger.
"No, I learned it by myself in Beijing last time. Stop asking, go out, it'll just take a few minutes." Xing Ling pushed him out; otherwise, he would have more questions to ask.
And she didn't know how to explain her 'talent'.
Han Shuo sat on the couch, still wondering if he should really let Xing Ling cook the noodles alone.
Wouldn't she get hurt?
But seeing Xing Ling's confident appearance, he didn't want to discourage her.