บท 437: Chapter 437 Mooching a Meal

Shen Mianmian heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, as she wasn't very skilled at cooking meat dishes and could only prepare simple stir-fried pork. Just moments ago she had been internally lamenting the difficulty, and to her surprise, He Nan was planning to cook himself.

The kitchen was indeed too crowded, and she always felt uncomfortable being so close to He Nan. Therefore, after hearing what He Nan had said, she felt as if she had received a special pardon and quickly exited the room.

Noticing her subtle movements, a dark shade flickered across He Nan's eyes.

Shen Mianmian went to the living room and stealthily patted her own burning cheeks. It really was too hot to have so many people crammed into the kitchen during the summer.

Her cheeks were uncontrollably heating up.