Fu Linglong sighed and said, "I just saw Xingxing in the kitchen, she said she's making your favorite dish. It's her rare day off, yet she's devoting all her attention to you, and you're still angry!"
Fu Jingyu looked at Fu Linglong in surprise, "She's in the kitchen?"
"Yeah!" Fu Linglong looked at Fu Jingyu, "Didn't you know? She's been busy there for a while. I wanted to help her out, but she didn't let me."
Fu Linglong's words instantly dispelled that slight discomfort in Fu Jingyu's heart.
There was an instantaneous urge to rush over to Ye Fanxing.
However, just as Fu Linglong finished speaking, Ye Fanxing knocked on the door. She was standing at the entrance, quite surprised to see Fu Linglong there too, she carefully asked, "Can I come in?"
She had just finished her chores in the kitchen, wearing an apron, her hair tied back, and a small square towel on her head, looking very well-behaved.
Fu Linglong asked, "Finished cooking?"