Ji Mianmian nodded."Yeah."
"Don 't, don't ..." Leng ran said hurriedly,"why don't I cook? if you cook, you'll blow up my house."
After seeing Ji Mianmian cook, Leng ran did not dare to imagine what it would be like to cook in his house. He suddenly felt that it was very scary.
Ji Mianmian wrinkled her nose."No need, I'll do it myself. I want to cook for him. It's been more than a year. Even if I'm a pig, I should have learned a little. Don't worry, I won't blow up your house."
Leng ran's heart ached. She wanted to cook for him.
He sighed. No matter when, Ji Mianmian would never treat him like this.
"Alright, I'll help you wash the vegetables. I'd like to see how far you've grown."
Ji Mianmian picked up the milk, poured it out, and heated up two glasses. She handed one to Leng ran, then took the other to Murong Mian.