By the time Jun Lii was fully satisfied, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
Yan Yueqing climbed out of bed in a daze, "I'm so hungry."
Jun Lii pulled her back down, "You sleep a bit more; I'll go cook."
"Do you even know how to cook?"
"I don't," Jun Lii admitted unabashedly. "But I can learn, shouldn't be too difficult."
Yan Yueqing looked at his righteous appearance and smiled, "That's exactly how I replied to Grandpa when I first learned to cook."
"And then?" Jun Lii gently caressed the corners of her lips.
"It's ticklish." She shrank back a little and laughed, "Then, I blew up the kitchen."
"Literally?"
"Mhm, literally." Thinking about Grandpa's expression at the time, Yan Yueqing couldn't help but laugh, "Grandpa asked me why the lid was on the ceiling. Hahaha."
Watching her so happy, Jun Lii felt a warmth in his heart, "I probably won't blow up the kitchen."
