"Lin Caihe, you--"
"Brother Changfeng, since He'er can do it, let her do it. You still have to study, so don't waste more time. Go back to your room." Lin Caisang took a severe glance at Lin Caihe, then looked at Lin Changfeng and spoke indifferently.
"I..."
Lin Caihe was so taken aback by her sentence, her face turned bright red.
Lin Changfeng, however, glanced at Lin Caihe, nodded and said, "He'er, hurry up and cook. Grandpa and the others must be coming back soon. Brother Molian, you should eat at our house before leaving."
"No need, I'm just here to talk to Sang. I have to leave immediately." Ya Molian shook his head and prepared to leave.
"Brother Molian, what can you possibly need from Sister Sangsang? Today, I'm cooking. You have to stay and try my cooking." Lin Caihe saw him about to leave, quickly pushed Lin Changfeng aside, ran in front of him, and prepared to stop him.
Just as she reached out with her hands, she saw Ya Molian dodge her, stepping backward.